Unboxing memories.

I found this vintage box from china this week. It smelled of old satin. Preserved through the rummage of time. Its interiors lined with legit Chinese red satin. 

Preserving its components timelessly. Withering fabric , hardened and soiled. Nevertheless, fearlessly protecting what’s within. Yet, it smelled so comforting. It smelled of relief. It sat there – timeless and original. 

Untouched and not encroached in my mind. Like it belonged to me all this while. It’s always has. Like a friend you hardly meet or write to. But when you see – she’s a testimony to everything right in this world. Image 

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