Abstract
I understood how he felt. It was as if we had entered another world, one without noise and overhead wires, but rather with orange buggies pulled by sleek horses making their way along two-lane roads, past white houses with blue doors and windmills alongside large white barns. Even without a camera, we want to save those images and run that reel, through our mind's eye, repeatedly.Entering Teena's Quilt Shop...
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