Nightlights (Memory) Her recital dress hangs half dead, forgotten on a mudroom peg. The dress remembers, though. Its sequins cast dancers on the walls when evening light falls like music at the window.
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Shaker Style (Memory) Shaker boxes, the real deal, collected by Pat’s mother Wild colors faded Musty smells of herbs long gone Captivating construction Bent painted wood Copper nails Nested neatly Promise a place for everything A place that lasts past the maker’s life past the maker’s faith Past. They taught …