On one spring day in the early 1970s, writer David Esterly paused to admire a stunning wooden carving inside a London church. "On the panel behind the altar, I saw these extraordinary cascades of ...
IT MIGHT HAPPEN at any time of day. David Esterly would be at his workbench, gouge in hand, when he felt the breath on his shoulder. The voice would say: “I wouldn’t do it like that,” or “I’ve made a ...
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