2009
11.27
11.27
It is difficult to describe the feeling , how wood consumes my Being.
I live with wood. I am surrounded by big pieces, little pieces, chips and dust.
Wood is beautiful, useful, and playful, familiar and strange: magic.
A humble technician, I cut through the bark to let the magic out.
Reincarnation? I wish to return as a tree.
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