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The shop in that cascade of early daylight was a place for chance and fate to dance.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 16, 2020.
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The shop was a treasure trove because it was curated by a human-treasure.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 16, 2020.
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It was the kind of shop you wondered about, that you felt your soles move toward, as if in there upon a shelf was a piece of your own life-puzzle.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 16, 2020.
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The shop existed as if to give the daydreams of Miss May to the village, to show us what she found so beautiful in the world.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 16, 2020.
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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.