Wartime. I can account for shop windows as flashes of merchandise. When I was hungry for sweetness and variety there were no supplies. I searched the dull strip-covered windows for a forgotten treasure The cardboard cones of ice cream seemed to add to my despair. Boxes of imitation chocolate shapes... Sign in to see full entry.
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