Grandmother’s chest – #writephoto

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See Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt for instructions

The dust of hopes and longings lie tightly sealed within its vault. Were they realized? Or did they dissolve, warping the edges before escaping to colour those who followed – and who placed their own dreams, gently folded, into Grandmother’s chest.

 

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21 thoughts on “Grandmother’s chest – #writephoto

  1. You took me back to when I was a child. My grandmother had a hope chest. I always wondered what she put in it. If they were just hopes, why was it so large (to my eyes as a young child)?

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    1. Ah yes, I know what you mean. And what a great description from a child’s point of view! I remember marveling at hope chests as a kid – it wasn’t something that my family had, but I remember being intrigued by them as well. Thanks for stopping by! 🙂

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