Behold, the Tiny Toys of my youth. I loved these little wooden building blocks and animals and trees. They were so soothing on the eyes, so satisfactory to hold and to arrange. And they had the most excellent, faint aroma of varnished wood.
I thought they had been lost, but it turns out that my parents kept them over the years. As they have downsized their possessions, they have divested themselves of some of these Items of Yore, and huzzah! The Tiny Toys have become mine. I could not be more delighted.
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