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The GlobeIt might have turned out better, but there are so many ‘if’s down those pathways I prefer not to take them. They bring back memories – happy ones – and I am an old lady whose time for them is past. Sometimes, however, in the evenings on my balcony, I sit in the little plastic chair that groans its exposure to the elements and I remember.The Globe by ~Lapulta
Nothing much, really. The first memories are blurred and hazy. I was but a child of four or five when I received the Globe. My grandmother called it a snow globe, but she’s dead now, and if you shook it, tiny green leaves, perhaps formed of light plastic, flittered through the l
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