I can’t pass up an antique shop.My senses hit high alert when a shop is in the near vicinity. As I step through the door , the anticipation of surprises makes it difficult not to gallop down aisles. The other day while browsing, I came across this cabinet which reminded me of my grandmother. The pale green, the deco print on the windows, I was seven again and stacking carefully dried dishes in the cabinet with the rickety door.I browse for the memories.
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