By Hand
I stepped into a place of magic.
Implements, antique construction,
still used everyday.
Shiny interlopers keep away!
The trusty and pre-fabricated still hold sway.
Products of a bygone era,
polished and honed to precision,
manual labor, the road to perfection.
(Note: on visiting a farmhouse in Finland
where many of the old-fashioned farm
implements are still used to this day.)
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