Tag: the overton window
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The Chair
It started when someone brought a new chairto the kitchen table.Nothing unusual, just a spare seatpulled in from the shed,a little wobbly,one leg shorter than the others.We joked about it.We made do.It was only a chair. But over time, people began sitting differentlywhen they ended up in it;backs straighter,voices tighter,sentences trimmed downto the safe parts.No…
Weather In My Ribs 