Earth dusts them in a blanket not to hide yet to protect, to keep safe the treasures of today until the time is right to let them go.
Beneath the dust was a collection that could only ever have been brought together by an artistic heart.
Everything in that room had slept a while under the silken dust, ready to awaken the day that a fresh wind polished it clean.
The dust told a story of patient time, of the bottles allowing their vibrant greens to be hidden until the time of waiting was over.
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