General

The junk store was my treasure trove, a place where the universe could bring things of uncommon beauty to those who may appreciate them.

General

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.

General

The junk store was my Shangri-La, a place to forget the world and become absorbed in the chance of discovery.