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TWO OLD CHAIRS by Laura Edith Baldwin Ontario, Canada

Two old chairs that grace my living room have rich histories. Of the pair, the lady’s has arms, the gentleman’s does not: meant to ease the sword in those times worn by men. Given to my grandfather in payment for a debt long ago, they have now come down to me. They emanate the stories of men and women who enjoyed their comforts. They remember bustles, hoop skirts, and lace; fancy waistcoats, laced boots, and a parade of uniforms from wars fought through the centuries. But did these chairs wage their own battles or exist in harmony? Get rid of that old stuff, my brother urged me, Get something new and smart! He couldn’t feel their spirits reaching out to touch my heart with hope that I would cherish these two chairs.

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