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October 23, 2015
Louis L'Amour's book The Man from Skibbereen
Someday with luck he would walk into such a house,strike a match, lift the chimney and touch the flame to the wick of his own lamp, sit down in his own house. He would smell the fire smells, the warm cooking smells, and he would stretch out his legs under his table with a faint sigh. He would rest then... he would dream, and he would rise from time to time to add a log or to stir the coals of his own fire. - -Word Around the Net
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That paragraph sounds kinda boring to most folks.
Sounds like home to me.
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at October 23, 2015 3:07 PM
Exactly so. People learn late the deep pleasure of being bored at home.
Posted by: Van der Leun at October 24, 2015 11:42 AM
Well, I've been rough sawn, ground down, screwed, and hacked at home, but never bored.
Posted by: BillH at October 24, 2015 2:01 PM