Day 151: In this small box are treasures. They come from somewhere near, but somewhere very far away. They aren't worth a penny, and yet are priceless. Physical and at the same time memories, these few bits of wildflower floss, dried grass and twigs are the essence of the domain of my spirit, of my heart. Today I opened the box, that I might experience the Hope it holds within its fragrant cedarwood frame.
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