This Is My Home:
“On an unseasonably warm November night in Manhattan on our way to get ice cream, we stumbled upon what appeared to be a vintage shop, brightly lit display window and all. As we began to walk in, a man sitting out front warned us that we were welcome to explore, but nothing inside was for sale. Our interests piqued, we began to browse through the collections the man out front had built throughout his life. This is a story of a man and his home.”
What a stunning, beautiful person. Just breathtaking.
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firesandwords reblogged this from stopwatching and added:
i when we’re older. cera, let’s go here.i can look at trinkets and you can play
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auralalluvia said:
major happy tears on this one.
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