I love the rolling stool in my studio. My uncle used it in his practice as both a country doctor and a surgeon in Southern Alabama. The metal legs are rusting and the gray vinyl is cracking, but it remains my favorite seat.
My great aunt gave me her great aunt's easel. I wonder what paintings it has held through the years. Today, it's holding a Candy Land board awaiting repurposing as art.
There's a New Testament sitting on my bookcase from my grandfather. He signed his name inside and dated it 1927. It's well-worn, as though he carried it in his breast pocket through the years.
I wonder what objects of mine will live and live again in someone else's possession?
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