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beautiful
This post is indeed calming. I love the resting hands from different generations, the chairs, the mirror…I'm not surprised even the furniture feels like family. The effortless style of yesteryear.
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this is beautiful, reminds me of my nannie and grandpas house!
Thank you all. The credit goes to that style eggshellblue refers to and my grandparents' love and generosity. I'm just the one who hoards all these glimpses like treasure.