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polished wood

Hands’ constant use will polish wood with the patina of constant use. This wooden door, handle, tool responds to, fits the hand. The knife lies on the shelf its ebony handle waiting to deliver the blade to use. The curved … Continue reading

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tin ceiling

In Firenze, we stayed in wonderful upstairs sun-washed rooms with a marble bathroom not the kind that is glued on wood over drywall but the kind that was built one fitted stone at a time on the limestone base of … Continue reading

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