My hands have many scars. Behind every scar is story. Every story is an adventure. This is my story.
These hands are worn.
These hands are torn.
These hands are not yet old.
But these hands have stories to be told.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Long Curly Ha... Maple?
So I was walking down the alley when I saw this log. I asked my neighbors and they were fine with me taking it. This is it cut and dried.
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