Every Time I See It, I Smile
a short story
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8 min readApr 25, 2023
Now, every time I see it I smile. Of course I smile — it’s a burst of gold, so cheerful. It reminds of the poem you read to me, which begins,
there it was deep,
meters down — in gold, molten —
I used to wonder, if he’d found the treasure what he’d have done with it. If that’s what he referred to; the verse doesn’t…