kara towe - A Key

There is a tattered wooden hedged box.
Small hands hold it open in the sunlight.
Inside a chimed melody.
A little ballerina twirls in front of a diamond shaped mirror.
Every detail of her is in view.
Curiously, watching.
Curiosity turns into joy.
Sitting alone, in the sun, the moment is magical.
The ballerina and music stop, the heart sinks.
Turning the box to see every angle, suddenly there is a key!
Turning the key.
Small hands hold it open in the sunlight.
Inside a chimed melody.
A little ballerina twirls in front of a diamond shaped mirror.
Every detail of her is in view.
Curiously watching.
Curiosity turns into joy.
Sitting alone, in the sun, the moment is magical.

kara towe

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