Growing up in a small rural town in Maine (Bucksport to be exact), it was a little simpler to see these three stages in action. It probably helped that you knew everyone in town and knew a little more about everyone than you should of. Of course, as in any theory, there are exceptions and …
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Buttons
“My heart is small, like a love of buttons or black pepper.” ― S. Jane Sloat, In the Voice of a Minor Saint When I opened the drawer the dull hue of the brass buttons faded into the drawer as other more modern trinkets slithered around. To me, however, these buttons had an unmistakeable aura. There was …
In Small Things Forgotten 