It would tell you of sheep trying to be rescued from death.
And more stitches than we can even count.
This table goes way back ... farther than that.
It was the table in John's house growing up. In fact, his father made it for a lawyer-customer who changed his mind. He paid for the table, but left Dad keep it. And it became the Kitsteiner family table.
We've inherited it.
I'll be honest.
It isn't exactly my style.
But I struggle in thinking of replacing it.
So many memories.
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