The boxes are open, the sweaters unfurled, the trees all watered finally, the children (grown now) napping anyway. An album in a drawer, a frame on a lintel. Enjoy Elaine Moynahan’s delicate “Snapshot“:
![Elaine Moynahan - Snapshot [sample]](https://stormcellar.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/elaine-moynahan-snapshot-sample.png?w=700&h=1079)
This poem originally appeared in Storm Cellar 2.3; get a copy, or the latest issue, from our store. Read on!
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