On my dresser, an antique wooden dresser I’ve used since I was a child, is a little wooden box. Inside the box are two tiny things—a tiny tea cup and a tiny beer stein. Nearby on a shelf I have a collection of special things I’ve collected over the years: seashells, a Russian matryoshka doll I bought in Moscow, a few small owls, sand art in jars from B…
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