Memorabilia
Puffs of dust swirled in the warm sunlight streaming through a tiny window as Martha’s footsteps stirred the space that had lain dormant for years. She smiled, her gaze sweeping across the room that was a treasure chest of her life’s journey, a tangible monument to her memories. In one corner was a worn-out rocking horse Emily used to play on, its paint chipped and weathered.
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