When we leave this earth,
our spirit fills the places
we leave behind.
The spirit dwells in the small things...
and the large...
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About Me
- Joe Cottonwood
- La Honda, California, United States
- I've made my wages in construction work, made my peace in poetry.
About 99 Jobs:
Life, love, and construction. A memoir.
About Clear Heart:
A novel about carpenters, nail guns, and wet concrete.
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