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Apothecary

Vials.
Bottles.
Pouches.
Dust on the oldest things.
He is mixing ingredients,
forming an antidote.
Veils of antiquity
slip across the eyes
as incense in the air
brings up memory
of ages long past.
A bell above the door rings.
The past subsides to shadows,
and his eyes.