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Something RealGnarled fingers gently stroke the wooden frame. The mans touch is firm in spite of its tenderness.
I wouldnt use that cheap wood for her frame, he says staunchly. His utterance leaves a strong impression on me.
Clarence Camidges wife passed away. In his garage/woodshop is a picture of Evelyn when she was young. Sparkling eyes and gingery-golden hair. Propped in front of the picture is the new frame he is crafting out of black walnut, not - adamantly - not maple.
Im going to put a music box in the back of it, like I did for the one you have. He tells me. I have a frame that is quite similar Clarences craftsmanship. Evelyns frame has two little pieces of wood feet if you will on the sides to make certain it stands firmly. Not that Clarences frames are ever unstable the feet seem ornamental as well as functional. When the frame is finished, it will have a deep rich color: a s
There Was a Child Went ForthThere was a child went forth every day;
And the first thing she did when she was born
Was to stick out her tongue, and to taste the air
That day, or for many years, or many cycles of years.
Moving from cold, snowy New York to North Carolina became a part of this child
And sunrises, and swaunk bats, and sunsets while crossing the bridge
And preschool, and bleeding head wounds, and mummy bandages
And war paint, and jungles, and Starwars, and Weve got great abs!
And kicking Caleb in the back of the head, and saying sorry
And broccoli, and hyperactivity, and no more sugarall became a part of her.
The wisteria and dogwood became a part of her;
Apple-tree blossoms, and clover, and cherry blossoms,
And long plane rides, and the window seat
And buying cherries in Paris, and drinking coffee there
And balcony windows, and a canopy bed
And hating goat milk and goat cheese
And refugees from Romania, girls who were only teens
And Monets garden, painting the weeping wil
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Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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