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The golden key had been snuggled to the earth for time out of mind, there amid the autumn leaves. It had the ornate top of olden days craftsmanship, but there was something magical about it. All that time underfoot and it came up as if the sunshine itself had polished it anew.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 26, 2019.
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The key was the most humble of little objects, yet it opened the gate and let the most almighty crowd pass through.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 26, 2019.