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High cold work with copper and donuts

. Sitting in my car, the heater blowing sitting on my hands, and knowing the wind will slice me, mince me, I hear a sudden crack cross air, hammer on copper, one man calling Joe, bring up more rivets! A … Continue reading

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Nine stories up from Bangalore

. We breath in winter breath out color, making the world. Memory is not invented until we touch it.

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