Treasure Hunting
I went to our summer antiques fair..
and pretended I was a photojournalist.
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Got my share of funny looks.
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But I didn’t care. I was there to play.
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with dolls
and monkeys
and just when things could have turned a little creepy.
i found sunshine
and met grace.
Then the windmills called me home.
but I’ll return.
there are more stories in these fields.
The Half Century Mark Hotel 