“A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor — such is my idea of happiness.” ~ Leo Tolstoy I’ve decided to put down the Iphone and pick up my real…
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I am sitting at the chess table that Michael’s grandfather made, an exquisite piece of woodwork; perfectly square with precise detail, like the card suits embossed into its four corners. It is a thing of beauty. The table sits in the large front window in our living room. We never eat on it because it seems wrong, but we’ve never played chess either. We started a puzzle on it once, which we pecked away at for…
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