July 3, 2008


Carson

He made a rosewood box from a single piece of wood. I had no idea the technology behind it. I could tell something was wrong. Mother or father looked askance at him. The box was waxed or oiled. The edge of the top was routed or carved — it sat inside the hollow. I looked at him and wondered why it was.

posted by Deron Bauman in family, memory 

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2 Responses to “Carson”

  1. Cooper Renner on July 4th, 2008 at 10:28 am

    I like this. I wonder about the sequence of “or”s: they will have to sit with me a while before I can decide about them. But I like this.

  2. Sheila Ryan on July 4th, 2008 at 10:39 am

    Me, I like it, too.

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