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A Carpenter's Legacy My hand glides over gentle swirls of texture. Roughened by the friction of sandpaper on wood, bony fingers take on the presence of a carpenter’s calloused skin. Dry musky aroma of seasoned pine fills my nostrils as it settles on department store furniture like a dusty affirmation In a vacant corner a ghostly image appears: a rough wood, hand-made saw table stained with blotches of ancient paint, haunting remains from projects long forgotten... |
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