It has been a few years since I last touched the box. It is full of things I don't want, but are too important to throw away. Little things, mostly, and most of them ugly. Some were beautiful, and may be again, but only after time has had a go at remaking them.
But most of them are ugly.
I don't like to open the box, but there are some things I need to put in it. Some new things. They are cracked and blacked, and nip at my hands as I hold them far from me. Into the box they must go. I may pull them out again, someday.
We'll see.
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