Times Gone By

Slowly we made our way down the finger street that led us to the beach.  As we passed the cottage, there was a moment of synchronous memory transporting us back to our remembrances of the 5000 salt and pepper shakers.    Hers, unpacking boxes of pairs and mine, picking display shelves.  And just as before, we simultaneously said your name and thought of the magic that trails you.

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