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The empty boxes of moving days |
| Then... Empty boxes piled precariously, awkwardly tipping, temporary transports for china, and cookware, flowerpots and candlesticks exuberantly claiming space in her new home. And now... Empty boxes nesting neatly, each waiting its turn to be filled with newspaper and treasures, carefully wrapped. As we pack, as we put away her things, the room fills with emptiness. |