I was reminded yesterday of how much I loved
miniatures when I was a child. There is something special about having small
treasures, a handful of items that represent the large world. I had a doll
house and played with it for years. I had a book of wallpaper samples and would
repaper the rooms until the walls were thick. I loved the tiny tea set and
would converse with tiny guests. Where is that wonderful imagination now?
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