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Once the delectable biscuits from a novel tin were consumed, they're engaged for experience and experiments.
As a toddler drum; next, a creative case for colors, paints, pens, inks.
A treasure for midnight stolen snacks, pennies to pictures and letters. Later, storage for leftover treats for children.
Decades after feeding mouths and hands stretched, leaning on slowing time to use it as a sewing kit. Moreover, hoarding the smiles of grandchildren in pictures to rehearse the memories of those sunshine filled days until next.

Now the tin cries, muffling owner's scent while the kin chokes with emotions.
An echoing remainder.

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    VerityAlways 3 months ago

    Thanks, Sarah

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    VerityAlways 3 months ago

    Thanks, Christopher. Inspired by your "Dash between the dates" drabble

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    Neville Hunt 3 months ago

    This is lovely, Verity. The metamorphosis of a biscuit tin; it’s seen a lot more than biscuits. I have one currently home to my Christmas cake 2021, the one I had nobody to share it with. But I don’t feel sorry for it... it’s got so much booze in it, which, combined with the sugar should keep it fresh until Christmas 2022! (Just as well I hadn’t iced it though.)... unless we get tempted in the meantime...🤔

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    VerityAlways 3 months ago

    Thank you Richard.

    Thank you Neville, I don't think your lovely cake needs icing. Could you send some over to
    Hungry Mouth,
    Bottomless Pit,
    Gluttony-101 .
    Desserts always get me drooling!!

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    VerityAlways 3 months ago

    Thank you, Jeff.

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    Jamie Clapperton 3 months ago

    Enjoyed this so much Verity. So much hinted story in a tin. :-)

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    VerityAlways 3 months ago

    Thank you, Jamie. Much appreciated thoughts

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