Antiquity is musty smells and mystery shadows. Such as crickets invisible from bushes, creaking for the new night and nobody notices. There are no new nights but only antique ones that smell of corners. Touch to share .
Be Kurt about it, as you trip on your shoe laces . Hey ho ! Sorry, say you and nobody notices crickets creating new nights. There are only old nights. Touch to share.
The shop keeper is helpful to antiquity. He is your grandson as the mouth says. Not son’s son, as interest is to principal. He is your grandson by mouth because of the silver in your hair . Touch to share.
Touch to share not because you are my grandson by mouth . Only because you are smart in phone. Touch to share.