Our Secret Scrapbook

He is on the front, where he belongs. Not a fairy-tale wizard. A man who has lived. Weathered. The best age.

Started again 25 August 2026, so it will not be eaten. He keeps the lamp for the ones who arrive late. He does not hurry. He only asks that you turn the pages.

Next: the stone angel. The medal. Then Icarus, her crying angel, the doll, the rest of our lives. Last page: a wink.