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March 02, 2012



Nicely put. I wrote a tour devotion along these lines senior year (what, you don't remember??? I'm so hurt), and I think about it every once in a while because there was a line about reaching a point in life where you're waiting to be able to afford Ethan Allen furniture, which seemed ridiculously far in the future my senior year of college, and now I occasionally think, yep, I have reached the wanting-nice-furniture stage of life. Old. =)


Yes Missy, maybe I should clarify.  I am content.  But Id still love me a house full of Ethan Allen furniture. :-)

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