
His brush tip had split, so I left a new one out for him. Three days now, and it's still sitting untouched. That habit of never letting go of old things, I wonder who he learned it from.
That brush handle is from the year I first made paper. To wear a shine like that into it, a man has to lose quite a few nights of sleep.
If you need new brushes, only say the word. Ten of them would not even register against the sealing upkeep budget.


