Joel Porter - The Carpenter

[Voice out of the off]

Dusk seeped in from the west
As his hands softly met the old structure
Illuminating wrinkles in his leathery hands
They aligned so precisely with the cracks and grains of wood
Each one in its own timeline
Narrating the stories and lore
Of their long, useful lives
Little proofs of what they had conceived
Together, fortunate
The old bench and his carpenter
[Instrumental]

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