Mason Jars

November 20, 2010
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Fluttering hands, eyes wide.
Silence. A pause. We hold our breath.
She continues, the story continues.
Edge of our seats, grasping every word
Before it vanishes, into thin air.
Taking each word, plucking it from
Space, placing it in one of
Grandma's mason jars not filled
with Grandpa's Sun Tea or her famous soup.
Sealing the lid, saved forever.

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