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That's the sort of room in which you can think. And live.
Well seen, Larry.
05 October 2006 at 12:14 AM
That's exactly what I was going to say. This is the kind of room I picture when I think of where I want to curl up with a book, pausing from time to time to look out the window and reflect. I'm jealous.
15 October 2006 at 07:50 PM
Diana and Pete--thanks for the notes. The room has been a good one for reading (and napping) on the couch. I write and eat at a table at the far end. And the windows are especially valuable--I watch the leaves, the birds, rain and snow, and, of course, the light. I can't imagine reading or writing in a place that lacks broad windows.
15 October 2006 at 08:57 PM
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