The Gray Attic 1989 Sitting cross-legged in the confines of my gray attic, memories thread every corner and curve. Soft, decaying cardboard boxes backbone empty spaces. There is a deep chill in the darkness; mellow incandescent light beams bend around my breath with each exhale. My fingertips trace the flimsy, yellowed-with-age tape on the boxes. I wish the boxes could be locked with a key, sealed for all time. Instead, the tape disintegrates, and the sides of the boxes […]
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