In the midst of an emotionally harrowing month-long stint of jury duty, I found a grimy, dented brass cymbal in an old barn. Over the course of the following week, at night, after whatever household chores had accumulated during the day, I slowly assembled this piece from it, just to feel okay.
In the midst of an emotionally harrowing month-long stint of jury duty, I found a grimy, dented brass cymbal in an old barn. Over the course of the following week, at night, after whatever household chores had accumulated during the day, I slowly assembled this piece from it, just to feel okay.
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