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  • Tell me the one about the life of chairs.

    Tell me how blue the benches on the ferry from land to land was. So deep and the floor was orange. Tell me about it, when a friend is dying.

    He called and said, I'm having a dinner, I want you to come.

    These are the codes of friendship for 40 years. I am having a dinner.

    I am having a dinner at the summer place, though the air is September and everyone is in wool. But still, tell me the one about the life of chairs. Wooden sturdy chairs. Chairs with no fancy. Chairs from summers past. Chairs with iron, white chairs on the porch.

    Tell how it is porch, not deck. Tell me the story of the native peoples and the hills, the rocks, the promontories, the languages, the exchanges, it has to be by the sea, it is a story of the meeting of two rivers.

    Tell me, stroke it with me, let's look through the old pictures, not so old really, but nine years. Tell how it was about chairs and hours and wild rose bushes and watching the rivers meet.

    Tell me how on the ferry out we knew it was the last time we would see him, Oh, we might see him, but not there, not in the summer place, and not for long, and not seeming well. He called and said, I am having a dinner. He called on a Wednesday for a Friday dinner, it was only 1500 kilometres away.

    Voyageuse and voyageur by train and car into the empty between all the rivers, north and north and north by northwest. Come. I want you to come to the dinner.

    We came by moonlight and in the room at the big table we knew so well it was all golden, candlelight, we did not see our seatmates by light until the next morning.

    It was about the chairs then, waking, sitting. How a chair likes a ledge. How a well-built home knows everything about wide porch ledges.

    Then we left. The three day dinner of the last time with a friend in the summer river views.

    He always said, Walnut oil. Walnut oil is the magic for salad dressing.

    Tall. These tall tough men.

    Then one goes down.

    Which nine years, chair, tell me. Chairs, can you tell me the one about him?

    (Photo by Susan)
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