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I hoist the old scarred oaken chair onto the workbench. I think about how this nick and that scratch and that unglued cross bar happened and how many years it has withstood the heavy weight of the humanity who have found it and laid their burdens upon it. And I give thanks that it is still repairable still of use and available for the brief respites of those it serves. I give thanks that I too am still on the workbench.
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
On the workbench