finding magic in the smallest of places

last week i went treasure hunting in New Hope, a small town in PA filled with secrets and bikers. my favorite part about the town is that it is mostly covered in foliage: ivy snakes around homes and sheds, bushes are wildly overgrown, tree roots battle concrete for a place to find peace. everything is feral. my dream is to live in a renovated barn but i'm willing to settle for a home that looks like it grew from the earth.

my killing: one small amethyst ball-and-claw bitters glass bottle (to fill with small stories); 1951 edition of Homer's Iliad; two brass keys; one pewter key.

my makes:

he knew the things that were and the things that would be 

and the things that had been before. -Homer, Iliad

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