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I | I can’t forget when the circus came to town once a year. Posters glued to walls promised elephants, fire breathers, acrobats — and always clowns. Looking at the trunk feels like it was there backstage, stuffed with costumes and props, waiting for antique chest the show to begin.<br><br>Old classic storage pieces [[https://links.gtanet.com.br/ursulameade listen to this podcast]] boxes aren’t just wooden boxes. They’re keepers of journeys. Before plastic tubs filled every house, trunks were the way people travelled. Built solid, heavy duty, sometimes decorated with brass corners or painted lettering.<br><br>When I first saw the circus clown trunk, I froze for a moment. The painted face staring upside down across the front felt like more than decoration. It felt like a memory of a lost world — a travelling circus. | ||
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I can’t forget when the circus came to town once a year. Posters glued to walls promised elephants, fire breathers, acrobats — and always clowns. Looking at the trunk feels like it was there backstage, stuffed with costumes and props, waiting for antique chest the show to begin.
Old classic storage pieces [listen to this podcast] boxes aren’t just wooden boxes. They’re keepers of journeys. Before plastic tubs filled every house, trunks were the way people travelled. Built solid, heavy duty, sometimes decorated with brass corners or painted lettering.
When I first saw the circus clown trunk, I froze for a moment. The painted face staring upside down across the front felt like more than decoration. It felt like a memory of a lost world — a travelling circus.