A craftsman pulled a reed from the reed-bed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it’s been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute ~ Rumi
Wood | American black walnut
A craftsman pulled a reed from the reed-bed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it’s been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute ~ Rumi
Wood | American black walnut