Old feelings of Winter

I remember a time in my life when my great Uncle had a basement full of tools. It felt like a magical place I wasn’t aloud to touch. A museum of things. Timeless and scary a little bit. To many monster movies at age 7.

And some how it sat in my mind for 30 years as amazing .

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