Day 64/365 (2018)

I have been cleaning up and reviving some of the tools that I brought home from my father’s cellar. This is one of my grandfather’s scribes. Now that the rust has been cleaned away you can see where he carefully inscribed his name.

I miss my grandfather every day and the sight of his name appearing from the rusty brought a tear, of both sadness and joy, to my eyes.

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