His shoulders relaxed as he stepped toward one corner and began to explain his whole process, from looking for a good wood—heh—to the tools he used and how he worked with the natural flow of material. His hands were deep in his pockets as he spoke slowly, with quiet, bridled passion at first. As he grew more comfortable, he’d get lost in a tangent, speed up, and start using his hands expressively, but as soon as he caught himself, he pulled back to that cool demeanor. It was like there was this excited little nut trying to break free but who had been censured before and learned to keep some
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