Few things inspire me like discovery. It evokes joy, excitement, laughter, memories and sometimes tears. So when I see something for the first time, I revert to being that kid, sneaking into my grandparents attic, ignited with adventure and a secret mission. Silently rummaging through shoe boxes, crawling all over dusty shelves and hand built storage cupboards, another mystery would unlock with each tip toe'd sneak. I would bask in the memories people close to me had been the purveyors of, enjoying a unique connection to them through treasures they collected and held so dear. Faded photos, silver coins, games that were well loved but still played, these items although material had far greater powers than their combined value, which is what made them bonafide.
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