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Walking the Antique Mall reflections of your taste highlighted in the gleaming vase moments treasured and not broken Antiques filled with grace Finding my way among the discarded items of yesterday's home owner's never known reflections of your taste dancing on my soul I love to walk the antique mall alone 1-28-2010 Michelle Klear
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