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And there they were, the antiques, the gems of times past, the expressions of human souls that echo our own. Darcy wandered between them, taking in the curves of each, letting her brain think as perhaps the makers did. To her, each one of them was tiny time machine, or perhaps a window into other eras and they ways they related to God and nature.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 13, 2019.
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A wide variety of shops lined the nearby streets: antique and art stalls, jewelry and accessory shops, luxury boutiques, souvenir kiosks and stores selling leather goods, all showcasing an array of the finest Italian wares. Tourists flocked to them like fireflies to a lamp, enthusiasm accentuating their features. The silvery melody of the drawl of sightseers and the strong, distinct accents of the locals drifted through my ears as they ambled past. There were chimes of bells that tinkled incessantly as the people sauntered in and out of the stores, entranced by the Italian merchandise. They purchased bags of picturesque paintings, fragile but colourful figurines created from Murano glass, and shirts with ‘Varenna’ printed in big, bold letters, among many others.

By deaxuy, February 24, 2013.
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The shop was more like a warehouse than anything Jade had ever seen before. There were row upon row of stainless steel shelving chocked with a vast array of tinned and boxed goods. They had everything you could want - so long as you wanted to purchase in bulk.

By arpel, November 9, 2013.
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The dustless shop was a minefield for the clumsy. Delicate and expensive hand crafted figurines, glass bowls and kiln-fired plates were left on low shelves where they could be easily knocked and broken. A cute little sign hung greedily in the window, 'nice to look, nice to hold, but if you break it, consider it sold.' Benny wondered if they got more sales that way than people actually choosing to make a purchase.

By arpel, November 9, 2013.
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The wool shop was more of a club house for grannies than a shop, but ten year old May loved it better than anywhere else. The old ladies doted on her, spoiled her, and they taught her all their best knitting tricks. She could spend the whole weekend there if her mom let her.

By robertgreen, November 9, 2013.
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The shop was a mecca for the local petty thieves. The shelves were lined up in such a way that it was difficult for the owner to see them from the cash desk. So they would go in pairs, one would buy some fifty cent candy from the counter while the other would stuff a backpack full of more expensive goods from another isle that they could flog at school. By the time he noticed anything they were long gone. And since there was only one camera to worry about they just made sure it never got a good angle on their faces.

By robertgreen, November 9, 2013.
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The shop had been in the family for generations and they knew all of their customers by name. Sometimes they would pop by just to chat and promise to buy something next time. But Mr Green didn't mind, he described his little shop as the heart of the community and he served it with joy. So when the big box store came to the outskirts of town he thought his miniature empire was safe.

By robertgreen, November 9, 2013.
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The shop was gleaming inside and out, but it had the sterile, over air-conditioned feel of a big boxed store. The uniforms of the assistants were immaculate and bright, but their smiles were pasted on and shallow. Their eyes had no warmth and they stood like well rehearsed would-be actors for an audition.

By robertgreen, November 9, 2013.
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The shop was little more than a front for organised crime. People went there of course, to pawn their grandmother's heirlooms for crack, but mostly the shop with it's sign 'Olivers' in peeling green paint went unnoticed, tucked away as it was a street over from the mall. Inside it was little more than a display cabinet for the pawned goods, a glass topped counter and a bell to ping should anyone dare enter it's murky drab interior. The air inside smelt of mothballs and the windows were grimy with years of dirt from traffic of the city centre. Adding to the unkempt appearance were several posters pasted on the windows for old raves that had been and gone, none of them were straight and all of them had been graffitied in one way or another.

By robertgreen, November 9, 2013.