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| As a small child I was always finding unusual pieces of wood. My collection ocasionaly brought bugs into the house that did not please my mother. As an adult I took my love of wood to a new level by restoring gun stocks. However when the gun came back battered and bruised like they used it for a hammer I decided this was not my Forte. I can look at a piece of wood and see things no one else see's until it has been sanded and finished . The beauty of the wood lies in the amazing grain.Somtimes I will find a piece begin to sand it and it falls apart.Other times as I sand the design of the grain will take my breath away.I don't compete with mother nature just inhance it. |
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