Henrietta


I'd never liked antiquing before -- my mother half-dragging me around rooms full of musty nonsense that nobody wanted, my feet tired, my nose stinging a little from all that dust and "history." History in quotes, of course, because much of it seems to be weird plastic crap from the 1970s that got tossed out... Continue Reading →

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