[Poem a Day] “Cadence”

Check out today’s post on Instagram.

Keepsakes mean something, whether you carry them with you every day or you leave them off on a shelf. I like to think there’s some kind of intrinsic memory held inside them – time that collects like dust, even if it’s a gift you received and never really used. Could be a watch from your old man. Could be a latte machine you only ever touched once.

 

 

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