Memory Full By Leneé Cobb One must be sure to get inside the carved grooves of this wooden box when dusting. Inside all the ornately carved flowers that decorate the lid, there used to be a picture of an English cottage in the summertime that invited you to visit, if only through a daydream. This is the only thing I have left that belonged to my Grandma and Grandpa Williams. I open it. The small north window of the old garage is filthy, except for where someone rubbed a small circle. Dust motes swirl within the miniscule beam of sunlight … Continue reading Memory Full