It has always been there, as long I can remember just sitting still, never moving; in the corner by my bed, glistening with varnish and wood stain. There must have been something magical in the wood because one morning, it was just gone. I got out of bed and saw nothing where it had been, just a lonely ray of sunlight. It got up and walked away. In search of it, I walked quietly out of my cottage and into the woods to find it; why the woods I do not know, but on the stump of a tree about four miles from my cottage, there it was, on the stump, sitting contently. I realized then that it and the stump were of the same wood. So I took it by its arms and dragged it four miles back to my cottage; And I cleaned it up . She only sat in it only once, just before she died. My mother’s rocking chair, the only thing I have left of her, thought I lost it forever.
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Photo4-Chair. Write a story or poem based on this photo (by Gabrielle McKitty of Essex High School, Vermont).