With the ebb and flow of time, a little of Victoria's jettisoned past has washed up upon my desk: a discarded photo, a worn postcard, or a fading newspaper. Their long forgotten characters now retell their stories in a digital sampling, post by post. Their voices are my blog's vignettes. Researched and written by Heather Arnold.
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