Where century old houses once dotted the landscape and small communities once thrived, the fields of dirt left lonely in their absence have become home to countless dusty treasures. Shards of past lives sparkle in the light of the setting sun each day. Pieces of pottery, glass and metal shine like diamonds stirred into the soil by the hands of mother nature and the many farmers' plows. Marbles, bottles, horseshoes, and arrowheads, stumbled upon at random, whisper stories of past lives lived on the same piece of Earth in completely different moments of time.
Once ordinary objects lost in the past become precious prizes....presents wrapped in dirt and history.
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