Time Capsules

The Farm

Relics of my parents' past were strewn about inside. I ventured in only far enough to grab a piece of artwork off the wall and a basket to carry it in. Before leaving the site, I grabbed a small brick that was located a few feet away from the house, thinking "Grandaddy must have touched this." I held it in my hands and imagined his hands holding it, then imagined holding his hand in mine.

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