
It's been two days since I've last snuggled into it, and I have withdrawal symptoms. It's corduroy. And brown. Nothing in my house is brown. I would redo the whole thing to fit this treasure into it.
I challenge you: Go to Z Gallerie at Oxmoor. Settle into it. Run your fingertips over the arms. Then do it again. See if you don't feel inspired to write about the experience.
Yearning.
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