in the workshop — Frank Prem

Dedicated to Mrs. B. he was a man who dreamed within the tooled space of his workshop there among saw and plane chisels and mallets sandpaper and dust he would find himself in reverie his hand hairy-backed thing of strength had only to run idly along the length of a piece of aged blackwood or […]

via in the workshop — Frank Prem

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