Chair

Just a chair, so innocent, how many lifetimes?  Generations it sees.  Miles it travels, or none at all.  Are there stories etched into it, energetic memories, of happiness, frustration, anxiety?  Could it tell?  How many colors?  Whims and whimseys, coffee spills, pulled and dragged through life.  Kicked and cuddled, cuddling.  Do they love?

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