Treasure Hunting

I went to our summer antiques fair.
.
and pretended I was a photojournalist.

 

Got my share of funny looks.
But I didn’t care. I was there to play. 
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.

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