that certain smell between dust, mold and decay…stuff forgotten, abandoned or ejected
into the portal of another time…take it into you life at your own risk
it demands you skew your mind…toward those that came before
imagining a time, a way of life that may or may not have been true
SwittersB & Exploring 
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oh oooodles of darkness and a touch of light that would interest you 🙂
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This post is evocative for me, I love the smell of decay such as you find in old castle dungeons. Patchouli is my favourite scent and conjures up many journeys through that portal you eloquently portray…Oh I so want to go rummage in the shop in your pix! Happy New Year!!!
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It has a truly wonderful collection of old stuff…the lighting is poor, the dust particles can be seen in the air in the light from some old skylights. A lazy, orange cat sleeps and is oblivious to guest. Old men sit in front and seem uninterested in ‘customers’. You feel you could go to a back corner of the store to peruse an old clock and disappear in time and no one would know.
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Its that funny, warm, oily dusty, musty smell takes you back in an instant!
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Yes for sure.
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