Work Notes

Notes on the laborious construction of the temple.

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There’s that first shiny week in January where I can look at the year ahead and see a field of un-punctured crystalline snow, and believe I could be as un-punctured by time and obligation and lack of sun as that field. I wake up and open the curtains and drink my large mason jar of water while writing a page or so of notes in my journal, like the inte…