The Many Talents of Boyce Brandon Harris First Addition

Sparks of inspiration fueled frisson building, crafting, designing, a gamut of glorious finished products, that offset bereft reaction dad experienced at workplace. Seventh heaven for him found in the cellar at "Glen Elm", where freelance dadaist artist, this detail potential heresy if management got wind of dough less than enthusiastically firstly sprouted out (then whispered down the ally) far from domain dollars doled re: paycheck. When off hours prevailed, thee extremely adroit, deft, galvanized phalanges (tethered at the wrist) wrought living, fascinating breathing blueprints (formerly figments) alive. Thy paternal parent poured heart and soul into self concocted projects summoned forth from lathe as an artisan, whose abundant treasured trove housed innovative creations (now long since dashed to smithereens, when the faded glory sans 324 level road defeated against wrecking ball minus Miley Cyrus). Now, he evinces considerably less inconsolably distraught bereavement since securing love from a lovely lady, unlike me mum as night and day), idle dextrous hands remain retired of my octogenarian widower papa, no longer plies adeptness commanding manual co ordination once coaxing finished product. Emotional grief wrought via death of Harriet (the bride he wedded well nigh 'bout a half century in duration), and remained faithfully married, her death (more'n a dozen years ago), viz grim reaper stoled, snatched, snagged his loving mate. Twas for her eyes he contrived, finessed, harnessed his ingenious joy.