I love walking through the dishware at secondhand stores. Memories jump out at me and say "Remember me? I used to live in ___'s china cabinet and you were just little and you used to look at me through the glass door. " And, yes, I remember. Old farm houses. Good friends. Favorite Aunties. 
And then suddenly today my memory time line sped years forward. Memories of someone I love dearly and is no longer in my life. Funny how a set of dishes in Value Village can make one cry.
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