old things have gathered stories. dusty people are beautiful people. at times, we get blinded by fake reflections. we come back. grounded, where it has been our place all along. we glide slowly, damaged, insecure and thankful. we amass joy, character, mourning, holding hands and letting go’s. to find a complementary loneliness. someone who has gathered and gleaned. a fascinating act. a story teller as well. to sit. to listen. to snail no more.