Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
I want to sit there, for hours and days. I would just need a swivel and a place to rest my feet.
I do love this room. Thank you, Yvonne.
What a place to touch down on our way to the end zone.
Is it yours? wow I'd spend my days there, it's so enchanting, wow William, I hope it's yours
Vassilis, the old red rocker belonged to my mother’s father. He used to smoke his pipe and listen to the fights in that chair, along with all the radio dramas of yore. Born in 1878, he died in 1954, two years before I was born....’Tis indeed mine, Lorraine. It doesn’t show in this photo, but my mother’s old desk (at which I sit whilst typing this note) is in this room. And a great many more shelves and books.
Please show it , that corner of this magnificent place, please? :)
When the moment strikes, I will try.
thank you :)
Thought I'd sit down in your old red chair for a while. Hope all is well in your quiet time.
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