Sunday, September 13, 2009


It's been a while since I have done a OneWord writing. I really do enjoy them. Writing is just like everything else ... practise makes perfect.


Wood and lead box for radon samples.

The smell of fresh cut lumber and wood stain filled the air. I breathed in deeper, trying to take myself back to a different time. My grandfather's workshop was always my favorite place to visit. He had long since passed on, but his memory lingered here. I ran my hand along the top of the unfinished oak jewelry box. It was supposed to be a graduation present for me. Grammy wanted me to take it but I would never have felt right had I removed a work in progress from this place. His place.
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