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Essay Archive - Creative: In The Lamp Light
Creative: In The Lamp Light
After my first evening at Pine Vale, I decided I'd never tell Howard
I was sitting on a stone bench under the evergreens in the darkening
twilight, inspecting the piece of wood that I'd been carving. It was going
to be a dog--maybe a German shepherd. I liked to shape things, not just
whittle.
I thought about smoking. Not thinking of actually doing it, mind you,
only remembering. Over the years, liver spots had replaced the nicotine
stains on my fingers. I'd begun carving a set of chess pieces to occupy....
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