The Parable of the Wooden Table
The Wooden Table awoke slowly, as if from a long, deep sleep. It felt achy and stiff, but not tired, even though it dreamed of a journey. In the dream’s beginning, the Wooden Table was cool and bathed in light from the Sun and shadows from trees and leaves. It saw sky above and earth below and heard birds and snakes and lizards and toads and ants and be…
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