The Smith

He toiled long and hard at his craft. He hammered and shaped and worked and reworked. When it wasn’t good enough, he stuffed it back in the fire. He tempered it with time and heat. He fashioned it with blood, sweat, and tears. When it was nearly good enough, he held it up to the light, examined every facet, sought out the flaws, and brought it back to the flame.

See the fruit of his labors. See the working of his mind, his hands, his heart. See the passion and the joy of the wordsmith.

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