But this plate that was my Nana's from England was more than just an egg plate. I had carried it around for decades. I couldn't help but stare at the flowers. Inside the glazed floral painting was a message.
5432 Montbel Avenue.
It didn't mean much except that is rhymed. I got a magnifying glass to see if there was more. Behind the eaves. One foot to the right of the door. It was like the writing on a piece of rice. And I don't even know why I saw it or that it occurred to me to enlarge it with a magnifier. It was that presence the other night. That shadow. I didn't understand it until this morning. Maybe it was the walk on the sand at water's edge. It always gives such clarity.
I asked a friend to do a look see. After all, the house had just gone up for sale. But was there something else I needed to glean from the unpacking.
Stored for a time.
It is safe to remember. Now.
I wanted to know more.
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