accumulating.

The hush emanating from a pile of books and

A quiet dignity of summer shoes lined up, waiting their turn.

In the piles of fabric waiting to be cut there is no accusation  and

My mismatched gloves never tell me what they think.

An appreciation of things accumulates.

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