Bindings, Nancy Sobanik
Diane Corson, Slipcase for Handmade Accordion Book Bindings I slid into time, that primordial broth, skin scrunched, swaddled in the snug cloth used to soothe and regulate a fretful neonate. My father carried in his gut a mountain of rope, a coiled halyard twisted into knots. His fingers bled raw, but his sail […]
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