It’s all firewood now, the scarred, splintered, broken-apart tables, benches, and chairs piled   high far behind a country inn, all the dinner engagements and family celebrations they’ve accommodated now firmly   past, service so demanding as to render this furniture debris, the owner and his son, keeping a hose handy,   igniting the fire,…

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