Trinkety Shit – Little House

The last three boxes of the long-awaited move.  Peeling the tape and peering warily in, a pile of pretty things, a small pile of my life in summary.  More boxes- some rustic, some ornate.  A Wobbly patch,  Aunt Ora’s pin, boxes of rocks from around the world, and an ancient violin peg.  The wave-stone that Sarah left for me as I drove away broken-hearted, and rainbow layers of riverbed from the North Fork that very summer of my discontent. Shells from Nicaragua, obsidian from Santa Fe, and the photo of Green Tara from Geshe-la. These treasures, all packed up in a tiny little box labeled trinkety shit -little house.



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