THIS CHAIR. This chair is my childhood! This is the exact same chair they had in my childhood sleep away camp’s old dining hall. I saw this particular chair on the street in Harlem a block from my apartment. It seemed so out of place sitting all alone in front of a parking garage in New York City. The chair made me oh so very nostalgic for summers spent in the north Georgia Blue Ridge Mountains, swatting mosquitoes and listening to bull frogs while looking for my very first boyfriend to appear. He of course, had snuck out of his cabin in the middle of the night to delivery to me my first kiss. ahhhhhh, summer. And now, back to adulthood. Nice to see you chair, thanks for saying hello.
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