of life.
the sediment of old
things.
old memories
building up
on top of each other.
the papers we don't throw
away.
photographs.
the books,
the pots and pans,
the dishes
that are never used.
the clothes
in the far closet,
the old shoes.
all of it history of sorts
of where we've been
of who we are,
or were.
in the end someone will
dig it all out
with a careless
shovel and a
a new life will come
to take its place.
new layers
will begin.
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