poems by Rachel Green
How do those vendors stay warm?
big coats and flasks of tea.
The joys of "vintage"!
Indeed. Wish I'd kept all my old junk!
So you do call them flea markets, too! How handy to know!The tent is lovely with the yellow and white stripe. Ours are generally open-air or else just with dingy white tents that are more or less individual over each person's stall. Ugh.
It is, perhaps, eight rows of canvas-topped stalls -- I'll try to take a side view next time.
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How do those vendors stay warm?
big coats and flasks of tea.
The joys of "vintage"!
Indeed. Wish I'd kept all my old junk!
So you do call them flea markets, too! How handy to know!
The tent is lovely with the yellow and white stripe. Ours are generally open-air or else just with dingy white tents that are more or less individual over each person's stall. Ugh.
It is, perhaps, eight rows of canvas-topped stalls -- I'll try to take a side view next time.
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