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Soft chairs watch over us. They give us a place to mourn, laugh, **** Chairs gently cradle us without guile or judgement, as the best of friends. The crevices and folds formed in the material of chairs record and keep our secrets, our histories. Without soft chairs we are nothing.
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC
Soft Chairs
Soft chairs watch over us. They give us a place to mourn, laugh, **** Chairs gently cradle us without guile or judgement, as the best of friends. The crevices and folds formed in the material of chairs record and keep our secrets, our histories. Without soft chairs we are nothing.
ron-gavalik
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC
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