Monday, April 28, 2008


The story finds me on Duluth by a crossroad. It is cold outside, but the shops are open and warm and I am curious. I go into an antique store with a beautiful-wish-I-made-it wooden car with a bell. This is my kind of store. It is crowded with wooden things that are old and imperfect. There are too many things to look at. There are moving toys. I can't stop staring at one of the toys, so I draw it so I can own it a little. Maybe I will make it for myself later. It's definitely a toy to amuse adults I decide.


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