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The Antique Shop

Like a boy let loose in a candy store so my eyes are in an antique shop. They pass over a bewildering array of items, though I have nothing particular in mind as I browse about. But there is always that one item that will catch and hold my eye like an exceptionally pretty face in a crowd, or draw my attention to a voice loud enough to draw my interest. Antiques, like orphans, wait patiently for a new home where they can be of service and contribute to the pleasure of a new owner. They are also like actors temporarily out of work, without a practical part to play out. Some still wear their original decorative costumes, others are plain. Most have aged and bear the cracks and nicks of use and time – no disgrace this – rather a fine testimony to their usefulness. Still others show scarcely any defects of daily use at all, perhaps having lived in protective enclosures, brought out only on Sundays or special occasions, to be seen and praised by refined eyes and minds and gentle manners. Above all, antiques are like neglected flesh in need of loving attention, a loving touch – and who of us does not require or would even refuse that kind of reassurance?

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Date: 7/26/2020 12:49:00 PM
I too love antique shops and there is always that "one antique" that calls my name.
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Date: 7/12/2020 1:36:00 PM
i love browsing in antique shops, maurice! you have captured this wonderfully...
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