I walked past a box withering on the shelf. It seemed forgotten-lost in the past. Barely breathing, it awaits someone to pry it open and see what ancient beauty it holds. Dried flowers lay within, stuck in time, never to fade away. They hold echoes of the past that won’t be told ever again…

Note: Good morning, afternoon, and evening people of the world. Firstly, i would like to say that i am sorry it’s been long since i last posted, but i have been away from my laptop for quite a while. I hope this small paragraph somehow makes it up to you! I wrote this as the first assignment i got at university in an English course. We were supposed to pick an object and be creative about it, and that’s what i came up with! 

 

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