It's what I was making space for.
It's scarred and flawed.
It's definitely a survivor.
It's full of stories and secrets. It has history.
Wonderful things have been written at this desk. I know because I've read some of them. The desk is a gift from their author. Each time I look at it I am amazed by her generosity.
And each time I look at the desk I discover something new. A mark, a dent, a trace of green paint. I can't walk past it without wanting to stop and write and dream and imagine.
I'm so glad this desk has found its way to my home. I feel it's travelled far to get here. Oh, the stories we will tell!