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It rocks so hard!
[unintentional pun]
I want this for my yard furniture so badly... maybe even my house furniture! I love it to bits.
It makes me dream and dream of the places and the rooms that filled me as a girl. I was always seeing my future in little flashes and this stuff reminds me of that. A fire crackling and cigarette smoke wafting. Mossy rocks. Huge tree trunks. His arm brushing me as he bends down to grab a dropped tool. Chipped paint. We could just throw wonderful, billowy cushions on these puppies and every happiness would emanate from our time on our furniture.
Even as we used it dealing with the world.
08 April 2008
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