If you’re at all like me (an ardent reader of Tolkien), then you have felt a certain sentience from trees when standing in their quiet, majestic presence. When sliced portions of those noble structures then occupy your bench, there is a natural wisdom retained in the organic cells. Although the tree itself is no longer living, the cells never stop breathing, as it were, in their perpetual tendency to expand and contract with the relative humidity in the air around them. Each piece of wood has a personality, even boards harvested from different parts of the same tree, and in its particular
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