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| Shoe Box Memories by � arhllm Is this a place where I can sit my body quietly down observe life as it flows around me. Joining the smells sights and sounds creating a memory to be stored in a shoe box on the top shelf of my bedroom's closet. Pulled out dusted off when the memory begins to fade. To touch inhale it allowing the vision to come. Remembering the feel of the broken wooden backless chair against my bodies contours. The scent from the fry bread mingling with the tobacco's smoke. The guitar's sorrowful voice weaving in and among the conversations swirling around me. The memory worn wrapping its self around my body joined with the present creating a new memory for the worn shoe box to be placed back on the closets shelf. A.R.HILL 6/4/02 |