Effigy

Boxes sit moldering in the basement: things we thought we needed, in impulsive increments, but never touch now and can’t get rid of. Effigies of missed moments; gargoyles that laugh at lost love.

Image: Effigy urn- San Francisco Museum of fine arts

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