My Story

Lost in a shed.

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When I was growing up my grandfather had this shed in his backyard that I would disappear to on Saturday mornings because it was full of all these tools with amazing textures. Wooden handles, aged leather..all of it. He mainly used the shed to store his fishing equipment but the real reason I loved this shed was in the back..When you moved all the dust and fishhooks out of the way there was this beautiful stack of National Geographic Magazines looking right at me. I would stay in that shed for hours. I would imagine what it was like to travel, meet new faces, smell the air, and breathe.. 

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