Lake Lewisia #219

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The ghosts of former luggage haunted the rooms of the Grand Cedars Hotel. Some existed only as fragments, memories containing more memories, of a favorite shirt since sent to the rag bin or an earring that lost its twin and languished in a dust jewel box corner. Others, having missed their owner’s flight and sent on to the hotel too late, trapped forever in the shuffle of almost-connections, left their whole selves, fraying rectangular bodies and all, to molder away in storage closets.

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LL#219