My grandmother is one of the most nostalgic people I know. Her entire house is a time capsule; every wall is decorated with paintings, portraits, and photos, as well as a variety of Judaica. Ever since the passing of her most recent dog, Muffy, she is the sole inhabitant of the house. When in the absence of visitors, though, she has the company of her stories and her memories, all to the tune of classical music that pipes from her vintage stereo at all hours of the day.
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