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This took me back to my days living in the convent where our vow of poverty meant not only being unattached to "stuff," but not having "stuff" in the first place. My cell, as we called our rooms, had a bed, a chair and a small writing desk. A small closet held my habit and shoes and other clothing. How different it is for me today where I actually have one room devoted to my arts, crafts, meditation, books, etc.... Thanks for the fond memories.....Happy Thanksgiving!

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