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This is great. Makes me think of my dad's desk that I used to hide under. I scribbled with crayons on the underside of the drawer. Then it became my desk, and now it's my daughter's desk and when I vacuum in her room I always peek underneath to see the scribbles. And the smell of the drawer and the sound of the handles rattling take me right back to childhood. Thanks for the reminder. It always makes me think of Billy Collins and his amazing way of writing about small things in order to talk about the big things, like in The Lanyard. Which is funny, because my post for this Friday is about Billy Collins. Small world stuff.

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Thank you for sharing this beautiful story about your father's desk, Tara. How lovely to have a multi-generational object like that in your home, still in use, full of memories while generating new ones.

And I look forward to Friday, with your piece about Billy Collins! :)

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