The little child’s piano just grabbed hold of me when I walked through the door of the auction house. Someone with a marketer’s eye knew what they were doing. It faced me like a yearning…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
The little child’s piano just grabbed hold of me when I walked through the door of the auction house. Someone with a marketer’s eye knew what they were doing. It faced me like a yearning…