Our chesterfield is new, my middle child named it softly.
It's the center of our family room.
The place I rest when my kids are playing quietly (rarely) or at the end of the day when they're alseep (after they've come out tweleve thousand times for...something).
A place to tell stories.
To reflect.
To dream.
To plan.
To rest.
To enjoy my glass of wine.
And now, to write.
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