The gentle sadness of Charity Shops ...

Whenever I visit a Charity Shop, a gentle sadness fills my heart - bereaved cardigans remember the frail torsos they once covered - photograph frames recall beloved faces - a stilled dansette gathers dust - 

Today I donated an electric razor to a Sue Ryder Charity Shop - a man with a stick preceded me inside - I looked at his large knobbly hands and then at my own - 

Each item of clothing in the shop whispered its story to me - each shirt, each blouse, each dress, were mute elegies, tender reminders of recent ghosts - 

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17 February 2015

South Street

Wareham