Boxes intrigue me. This collection of three gets moved around from room to room. Sometimes I stack them, and sometimes they're separated. The contents usually stay the same. The handmade alphabet letters in the largest box were found on an antiquing jaunt. The middle box holds a wooden set of town buildings. The top box is empty right now... it once held favorite quotes I had collected, but now I have those pasted in a notebook. Boxes are keepers of love letters and secrets. They are guardians of treasures too precious to lose. They are storage units for whatever you tuck inside.