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Our Couch by Naomi Larson
I see our couch sitting there with my dad lying upon it. My guess would be he is reading some kind of mystery. Somehow that couch makes me feel warm and grateful. It is an old couch. It belonged to my great-grandmother. There are lots of memories stuffed into that couch. Some bad memories, some good. I always wonder where and how that couch was made. Its like a couple lifetimes have been sitting there watching me. |