Who knew wood could be that selflessin the manner it held you.Sometimes with hands.Sometimes without.Noble love of a comforting chair.
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Rest your hands.Photos and notes – reminders of what was and what must be.Enabler. Friend. Witness to routine.Honest surface made from wise trees.Also known as table.
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Moonlit skin shines.In a dark room, provide shade tosuns setting in sitting rooms.Taut membrane, holder of light, the lampshadesits in a corner listening to conversations.
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Weary of closing and opening,sick of being used as metaphor of opportunity,abused with glass, metal and horrid iron grill,the sad little door walked away one morningnever to return.
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Buildings listen with ears - latticed boxesletting in light and fresh air.At times, ears also turn into eyes,let you to watch the world go by.Windows give life to a city’s body.