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| there's a kind of platonic romance that
arises between a workman and his tools. sure, it's love on a one-way street, but at least the relationship is built on respect and the human reverence for utility. i've gotten to know this panel lift quite well--the way its legs fold to roll through narrow passages, all its little knobs and hinges, the different ways to relieve its grip and even how to control a rapid descent by holding my thigh just so against the free spinning crank. we've enjoyed many a dance yet i don't always long to see her again. |
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