I was caught up in the aesthetics of the matter, not the practicality.
He could not eat his breakfast…so graciously wrapped, carried and presented to him in his shop, the room filled with finely carved wood pieces, shavings and woody air. His hands were covered in timber dust and grease.
The thought of providing napkins for this working man slid through my mind as slick as shilly shally and flim flam.
This is why he builds, and I build differently…
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