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20 September 2019


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You have captured my heart. My earliest memory of loving old things is when I was bearly five years old. I had received a beautiful doll house from whom I'll never know. We were about to move and one day when I came home, my mother had thrown it out. I was terribly heart broken. That was over sixty years ago.

Beautifully written. You have captured the sentiment of all of us who follow you.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I think I would have been dizzy with the magic of an Attic full of such wonder...What a wonderful adventure for you.

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