curio #7


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She's on my mind and so is the hunk of wood beneath my computer.

My momma's coming today to watch me run.

We stripped and refinished this desk one hot July, while my brother and my dad were on the trail. It was my grandmother's as a little girl. That was a special summer. Such sweetness and reward.

If only it wasn't a child's desk... then I could cross my legs.

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