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The junk store was my treasure trove, a place where the universe could bring things of uncommon beauty to those who may appreciate them.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 9, 2021.
The junk store was akin to the fabled patch of earth that Jack threw the magic beans; it was as if it and everything within had grown there in a night.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 9, 2021.
The junk store was my Shangri-La, a place to forget the world and become absorbed in the chance of discovery.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 9, 2021.