Coffee table

It took me a whole month to decide: to keep this raw tray, marked, dented by life… or to let this table go to the dump. In the end, I chose to save it. Because beneath its traces of time, there was a soul. And I didn’t want to erase that soul. Today, this coffee table loudly tells what many pieces of furniture hide: that beauty can arise from wear, that imperfections become poetry, and that aged wood has something profoundly alive about it. A piece of history, ready to start a new life. False drawer.