Unremembered, blotted out, lost in the tick-tock of time, in an old trunk, in a dusty attic, was a picture, resurrected, refurbished, recolored, into a label for Aunt Daisy's Resilient Blackberry Tea
She received a valentine once in the second grade, a pretty card of two Dutch children, signed Larry. Larry lived two blocks after hers. They kinda walked home together. He mostly ran around trees, jumped on porches, pretending to be a super hero. She saved her valentine in a cigar box with a chestnut, some marbles, and a 7 Up bottle cap., After fifty years, she thinks about energy, DNA, and the odds of Larry landing on the moon or in prison.