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The old Davenport

The old Davenport stayed in the corner of the room silently telling many tales of the exquisite work of art it produced when the hands of its bearer tarried on it eons ago. And now sitting in quietude in the dilapidated dwelling it’s foretasting the possibilities of a beautiful tomorrow waiting for a resurrection and the Midas touch.

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