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A weathered old sign, but the bear's little face refuses to give up.

Caution: minor risk of cloud-to-face contact.

Everything's half-off, including the sign itself.

Old, creaky, and still better than standing.

Comfortably ruined, like all the best things.

Still swaying to the rhythm of a trolley that's long gone.

Still standing, even if the rest of the trolley moved on.

A small, dignified platform for objects that like being noticed.

The campfire's younger, brighter cousin.

Pressed into service at a moment's notice.

A little guardian that watches over you with a surprisingly reassuring nod.

Built to last, and occasionally outlive its owners.

Free caffeine with your arm workout!

Cast iron strong enough to cook—or clobber.

Keeps boiling long after the conversation's gone cold.

Every great recipe begins with 'a dash of something.'

Comes with generational guilt.

'Ice box' is its technical term.

The source of several house fires.

A table that's seen more elbows than manners.

For when you want your dreams to feel a little... hunted.

Ever wondered what you'd look like as a woodland creature? Now you know.

The arch would be nothing without it, which the arch rarely admits.

Generously padded for long bouts of thought, and the occasional undignified nap.

Not so much for safety as for leaning upon dramatically.

Filled with the great classics such as <I>His Lordship's Wanton Silverware Polisher</>.

An ornate keeper of specimens, secrets, and one tragically misplaced sandwich.

A monument to taxonomy and the futility thereof.

Smells faintly of ink, paper, and the kind of dust that remembers its own history.

A loyal conspirator in Candlewic's ongoing duel with sleep.

Inside: equations that almost make sense, and poems that almost don't.

Holds not just books, but the ghost of every mind that reached beyond itself.

Stare too long, and you might start connecting threads that weren't meant to be connected.

An ideal place to lie face-down mid-thesis and declare the universe unknowable.

A soft circumference for pacing deep in thought.

Indented just so, as if it memorized the shape of a scholar too tired to reach the bed.

A rolling accomplice to inspiration... and procrastination.

Where strangers become companions—or at least co-sitters.

Nothing placed here survives until noon.

Nothing placed here survives until noon.

For bakers who stand all day and still rise to the occasion.

The bakery's heart, hearth, and occasional fire hazard.

Room to store a baker's dozen!

Makes a crisp 'cha-ching' sound.

A place for bread to loaf about.

Guaranteed to lure in Roomie.

Musically announces when the wind is happening.

Home sweet hovel!

Smells faintly of pickles.

Smells faintly of pickles.

A simple solution for very thirsty plants.

Loud enough to put the 'bear' in unbearable.

The ground is free, but this is much nicer.

Lit in honor of the forebears. May their stories flicker on.

A reverent tribute to the fierce bear ancestors of yore.

Far less sticky than your actual bear roommate.

Swings fine for sleepin', finer for trysts I'll never confirm nor deny. Yar!

Or should we say... bearcuzzi!

A sacred place open to anyone who has loved someone once.

A flag says plenty without all that tedious introducin'. Yar!