In the shop, life paced a color at a time.
Each one was first an aluminum plate blasted by the bank of halogens, so much candle-power, a storm of light. Then the plate was taken to the massive press that squatted in the middle of the shop, straining the ink-spattered floorboards. The trestles…
Jan 25. ~*~ 29 Foxtrots. 
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