As Hank played on the radio, she slowly browsed the store.
Looking for a bargain, a treasure, or maybe something more.
Intoxicated by it all, she dreamed about a past long perished.
In her mind, every detail of every item should be cherished.
A place for every item in her home, she certainly could not find.
Rather, a visit to such a store would do much to ease her mind.
Longing for a deeper connection with the past, she dreamed.
Dreaming of simplier places and times, she now schemed.
New uses, new places, new life for each object newly acquired.
New memories, new traditions, new families as always desired.
With these new lives, the past certainly won't die any time soon.
For those who don't know history, its repetition surely looms.
"Those who cannot learn from history are doomed to repeat it." - George Santayana
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