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The museum was full of relics, of life once lived, frozen, dead. People passed through, looked in awe, left. Closing hours, cleaning, preparing for the next day. The museum remembered being a home. Laughter, children leaving drawings and crumbs and dirt, people loving, arguing, living. It missed the living. A cat passed by and noticed the museum's distress, so it moved in. People talked about how it gave "an atmosphere". Of course it did; the museum was a home again, and happy. #MicroFiction