Un-stable Art

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…When I turned the key in its lock, I could see the past in my mind’s eye—the rough cobblestones covered with straw, the horse dung, the hessian oat bags.  However, as I stepped inside, my eyes had to adjust to the here and now.  In front of me stood the bed.  It was wider than a single bed, on curvacious legs, with carved and painted curlicues on head and foot panels.  It reminded me of a sleigh…