this is the moment when the Open sign turns off
the light switch clicks down
and I'm just about to lock the door
when I see you running toward me,
my store of simple treasures--
things that sparkle
and pheasant feathers,
tiny notes
carved into leather.
there's a look on your face
that says, wait!
don't close just yet!
there are still some things
I'd like to get!
I let you in.
say, take your time.
I want you to have
what you're looking to find.
I want you to have it all.
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