In Memory, We Can Cross Borders in Dreams

When i was introduced to these two very mundane objects at my nana's house. And i felt alwast silly for not ever noticing em, because they were so ordinary,. They were so everyday, like you could just pass them by. But i think that when my nna's elder brother showed me how luss is made in it, or how you measured a piece of fabric with the gulls. I think he was transported back to his childhood in culamandian lor and, you know, he's talking about the milk they used to drink and the chilgoes as they used to eat. There was something obviously li it was obviously nostalgic der but er was