wanting souls

I remember going to the flea market and being completely in love with all the treasures to look at. I remember being able to pick out a few things here and there. It was nice. It was a full day filled with exploring. It was just grandma and I, searching for something to call our own and bring home. Were we searching for things? Searching for memories? Two souls searching for more, I will always be like my grandma, searching for more. 



First picture- Here
Second- Not sure! Want credit? Let me know.