Objects of Memories

Dog eared pages belied how often the book had been picked up and set down. Passages underlined in dozens of varying ink spoke of truths he had clung to in times of need. Verses like warm arms wrapped around the reader’s heart were highlighted with a yellow marker. The cover was in tatters and this too revealed that someone had discovered the immeasurable wealth buried therein. It was his bible, and a warm glow was cast around her face as she clutched it in both hands. She pressed the bible to her chest as if it were Grandpa himself.


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