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He had a box for certain moments of history. There were shelves inside the house. Houses inside the shelves. Books on them. They had a forest made of his boxes. They would come, in the night, and take pieces of him apart. Pieces of the shelves. The houses. Pieces, of the books. Inside him. A forest. They would come, the pieces, and take the shelves of him. His box. For certain moments. Inside the house where the sun had an arrangement of toys. There, in stars, were books and mirrors. A forest of living eyes like endless trees carpeting the night. For certain moments. Of history.
A box.