The Hidden Memory I Found in the Forgotten Corner of My Garage
One quiet afternoon, I wandered into the garage searching for an old toolbox. The space was dimly lit by a single flickering bulb overhead, casting long, dancing shadows across dusty shelves and piles of forgotten items. The air smelled faintly of aged wood, metal, and years gone by. As I navigated around stacks of boxes…
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