A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.
I love driving around the countryside and seeing things like this. And wondering what prompted them. "Henry! Go put that chair on the stump so everyone can see it?" or "Who the hell put that chair on the stump? Well, I'll show them. I'll just leave it there!"
It's hard to tell. Everything has a story. It's just that a lot of times the story is a secret. Which means we get to make up our own story.
In my world, this is a "Level Three" time out area.
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