When I was a boy, this was my reading chair*. It was big enough and I was small enough for me to prop my legs up, feet on the edge of the seat and knees leaning against the arms, and get lost in a book. I read for hours and hours in this chair, ignoring the breeze calling me to play at the beach or the temple banyan, ignoring whatever my boring parents were doing, ignoring my...
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