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A false sense of nostalgia engulfs me as I stroll through the mounds of discarded memories.\u00a0 It calls me, pleading me to find something to latch onto, to keep, to cherish.\u00a0 It’s all second hand – even the nostalgia.\u00a0 For certain it’s no high-brow antique store.\u00a0 It’s the home of the heirlooms sold by desperate families to pay for food.\u00a0 It’s the remains of a recluse’s life no family member bothered to claim.\u00a0 It’s where our unwanted go in hopes of finding love and affection from another.<\/p>\n

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A false sense of nostalgia engulfs me as I stroll through the mounds of discarded memories.\u00a0 It calls me, pleading me to find something to latch onto, to keep, to cherish.\u00a0 It’s all second hand – even the nostalgia.\u00a0 For … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[10],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n