a bouquet of yellow maple leaves collected under blue fall sky
crushed by my son's small hands a day after first snow
a goose or duck down feather
onion skins peeled by my daughter who has just learned to walk and my son awaiting patiently for her to talk
mouse droppings
a dust bunny of my last orange cat's hair and mine and bits of us all
sand from the lake
sand from the beach
a glass shard from the smashed shot glass
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