Over at this old, dusty and apparently forgotten shop I found all sort of toys lying around or facing the window shop as if they were looking at me.
Sounds crazy maybe, or torn from a horror movie, but it wasn't like that at all. It was as if my childhood imagination decided to drop me an unexpected visits and say hello.
And just as I used to when I was a kid, all those toys began to tell their tale.
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Yes, the little things and their stories. I launched my favorite topic, "minor themes" and nobody answered. So I am happy that at least you took a first step. WOnderful!
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