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The cabinet is a wall of tiny doors, each with the name of its resident. For a moment I think of myself as Alice and that each one could be a portal to somewhere new, to some other universe, an escape. I wonder what it could hold that would make it the most valuable cabinet on Earth. Could it hold the secrets of happiness and joy? Could a structure so rigid ever bring the liberty and creativity we need to stretch and grow? So I imagine it as a rubix cube of sorts, that, at will, the compartments rearrange themselves, quite nonchalant to whatever label they have been assigned. Yet for all that wondering it is very much in the room, this wood that swirls with the randomness of each season, the patterns given by the rain and sunshine of each year. It comforts me that even in such enforced order there is still the sweet freedom of chaos. It is how the universe laughs.

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The cabinet was old, scratched and smelt of mothballs. It had clearly been designed by a draws enthusiast; there were 16 in total! How great it must be if you have many little things to keep separate thought Ted and imagined putting a different size of screw or washer in each one. He doubted that was it's purpose, the carving being fairly ornate, but that's what it would be if he could fit it in his van.

By freyawatson81, October 6, 2014.
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To the left of the bed, a wooden cabinets stands alone. It's cherry red smooth and waxed Veneer gives it a mysterious edge.

~ Lee Maddocks

By Gragsy, May 1, 2014.