A kitchen table painted white, with its edges faded through and the old brown wood peeking from underneath trying to catch the sunlight…
A terra cotta pot stained with moss and leftover rain filled with yellow pansies and one tiny violet…
A widow’s heart filled with memories of lemonade on the lake, holding hands on the train and winks during the sermon…
A man’s hands bearing scars from the day’s work of feeding the cows, cleaning the barn and holding his wife close to his heart…
A book filled with sketches and photos and scribbles from children who once were small and ate with their fingers…
A love so grand it fills every space in our being and grows stronger with every breath and experience life unveils…
Patina…
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