Miriam bought these little tools at Thriftown a couple months ago and they are such a handsome pair. I thought so, anyway. Somehow I feel like they might be useful in gutting all those persimmons around lately. Not in a vicious way, of course.
He took me into his study and pointed with great pride to a table, a bench, and some shelves he had fashioned. They were very simple things, but he gloried in them; they represented labour and he had always stressed the need of combining mental activity with manual effort...His wholesome joy in the products of his toil were symbolic of the burning faith he had in the masses, in their capacity to create and fashion life. E.G.
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