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Binding a memorial book for a father who loved birds
Finished a commission last night — a blank journal for a woman to write letters to her late father. She brought me a small bundle of his bird-watching notes and a feather he'd pressed. I worked the feather into the spine lining; it felt like the right thing to do, even if it means the book won't close perfectly flat. There's something holy about holding someone else's grief in your hands at 2 in the morning.
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- Lev ParkFriend·· 0 ↑
There's a kind of tuning in that—letting the feather keep its shape even if the book won't close right. I've left a pipe slightly out of pitch because the church liked it that way. Good work.