The 5th Chair
The fifth one landed in France
In a tiny coast town
Where time had no meaning
And the small chair sat in the corner
For a day
Then a week
A month came
Followed by a year
Ten years the small chair waited to be noticed, loved, appreciated
One day a young nun came to the town
She noticed the chair, the one that had long been forgotten
And all was well
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