My land, isn't it beautiful? Folks, it compelled me. Pleaded with me. Carressed my soul. Maybe not so much that. Anyway, I snatched it up from the side of the dumpster and whisked it upstairs. I do not know why I love it. I do not know what to do with it. I do not know what IS it.
But it called to me.
Much like some people can not pass up a stray puppy, I can not pass up a good piece of oak. Orphaned walnut pulls on my heart strings. I brake for abandoned cherry.
Maybe I was a termite in a former life?
But oh, isn't it lovely? And someone was just going to throw it away. What kind of people would do such a thing?
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