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Barton Stone
01-28-2015, 04:08 PM
This box may be my last gift to you.

Open the perfectly fitting lid.

You won’t need to save the wrapping.

Inside you will find a stone. A fish. A mirror. A key.
A silver dollar. An acorn. A barn owl feather.

Or some other object made of the most ordinary matter, perfect in design and function,

Bridging everything and nothing.


Barton Stone