Undicinove (Foto, Leggero)

Foto: Bittersweet Couch--Le Catacombe di San Sebastiano, cubiculum

Caro mio Leggero,
° It was just like sinking into a cloud.
° But without falling through, plummeting a couple of miles, and going bloodyguts splat on the baked earth below.
° 80sqft of bittersweet orange suede, ellshaped.
° A sofa so selfpossessed, it could furnish an entire 750sqft Poeroom (“The Philosophy of Furniture”).
° A colour so allpossessing, it could warm up that same room if stonegrey from floor to ceiling.
° Just heaven.

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° Though for sure, after I stood up I checked my suit to see if the colour had rubbed off on it.
° Though for sure, the application of sultry Southern sweat to the suede would be bound to transfer the dye.
° Though for sure, wolfhounds’ toenails and mainecoons’ claws couldn’t fail to pierce the tender leather.
° Though for sure, one spilled cup of tea, not to mention less genteel beverages, would mark its territory forever.
° Just hell to live with.

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° So perhaps it was a matter of design that it was selling for eleven-nine. Undicimilanovecento, non undicicentonove.
° With sales tax that would come to an even, predictive, 13.

° Gasping, but not from stickershock, Giac.