Contest : What's With The Shoebox
Sponsored by : Nette Onclaud
Date posted : May 3, 2026
The shoebox lay in antic muddle, gathered the dust of antiquity. When time came to clear the clutter I held awhile the frail cardboard carton, found inside emptiness with memory specks, heard the echo of faded footsteps, felt the pulse of the distant life I had since walked away from.
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