Locked away in a secret box -
too dense to see the contents,
it is sometimes mystifying -
in a slow-paced time capsule.
While peering through rose-tinted lenses
and hearing more than what is said,
it is untouched by scrubbed or grubby hands,
too much to see through heavy fog
with an invisible link to all involved.
See it as you think it is.
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