The Museum That Contained the Museum
The first time I visited the Museum of Lost Objects, I was seven years old and my grandmother had just died. It was a wet Saturday in November, the kind of day when the rain doesn't fall so much as hang in the air, and my father took my hand and said, "There is something you need to see." The Museum of Lost Objects was not on any map. It occupied a storefront on a side street in Brooklyn,...
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