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The chair sat there so proudly upon the road as if conjured by magical command.

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The chair belonged in that room as much as the air and light, as if that floral fabric had woven itself of the earth as much as natural flowers do.

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The seat of that chair, the give of the fabric, the sunlight softened hues, told tales of years of storytime, of the foundations our family was built on.

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The chair was the hue of the ocean when the daytime flutters to wakefulness.