You wander up the hill to find some specific wildflowers your grandparents planted on selling. With your basket in hand, you walk along humming to yourself until you come across a house. You look inside and see ceramic bowls lining the shelves. You reach out to hold one and- Don’t touch those. My soft yet stern voice startles you as you step back. I step closer and take the bowl from you gently These aren’t ready for viewing yet…
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