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Poster Shop

POSTER SHOP At the bottom of the arcade in our town there is a small poster shop. It has been there years, never changing always the same wooden front and flaky paint. Step inside and enter a different world. Look at the images on the walls. Pictures of soaring birds, of dreamy fantasy prints, of a plane against the sunset glowing red… Hundreds of posters all on the walls and tightly rolled in tubes just waiting for someone to buy one. I went in and bought one of a cold snowy landscape of sometime long ago. When you go in, what will you buy?

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