A tin of keys
To the locks of one’s memories
A Tin of Keys
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A tin of keys
To the locks of one’s memories
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There is even a skate key in there. Love the backlighting…
Thanks, I wonder how many even know what a skate key is
It’s an age
I know what a skate key is. 🙂 I also have a container of keys at home. Now, if I could just remember what they go to. 🙂
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I just have a hard time– in fact, I never really think about– getting rid of them. It’s like a time capsule of forgotteness.
Beautiful! It made me laugh, though. When we bought our house, an old one, it came with a similar assortment of keys. Of course, we, too, are afraid to toss or lose any of them, so they sit in a box in the kitchen’s junk drawer. It sounds like every house in the world has such a box. 🙂
Beautiful pic. We also are intrigued with keys. When my husband started remodeling this really old farm house, he came across lots of interesting items in the walls including old keys.
Lovely write and photo!