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This pipe beckoned to me, and, even when I'd passed by, kept whispering to me, until I could no longer ignore it - So now he resides at my house.
For a time we sat and stared at each other, and communed. We debated leaving him be, as he was quite happy, or, sprucing him up, at the risk of losing his soul.
We sat, late into the night, night after night. Then, we came to a conclusion, and trust was a large part of the decision.
So, I placed him on two match sticks on top of my wood burning stove, to heat through for 45 minutes or so. Then I removed him and carefully rubbed him all over with a block of wax, which he eagerly absorbed. Then I put him back on the stove.
This was repeated over the course of an evening until he could no longer take anymore, at which point I removed him from the heat and let him cool. Once he was cool to the touch, I very, very carefully rubbed him to a shine with a Terry-Towelling cloth. For his beard I needed a brush, a tooth brush, lightly brushing to a beautiful sheen.
The stem, a beautiful piece of birch, was waxed to a beautiful deep red gloss, and the bit, with its gorgeous Orific draft hole, was polished to a lustrous shine.
When all was done, we sat, and we looked at each other. I smiled, and, I swear, He smiled back.
He is home.
For a time we sat and stared at each other, and communed. We debated leaving him be, as he was quite happy, or, sprucing him up, at the risk of losing his soul.
We sat, late into the night, night after night. Then, we came to a conclusion, and trust was a large part of the decision.
So, I placed him on two match sticks on top of my wood burning stove, to heat through for 45 minutes or so. Then I removed him and carefully rubbed him all over with a block of wax, which he eagerly absorbed. Then I put him back on the stove.
This was repeated over the course of an evening until he could no longer take anymore, at which point I removed him from the heat and let him cool. Once he was cool to the touch, I very, very carefully rubbed him to a shine with a Terry-Towelling cloth. For his beard I needed a brush, a tooth brush, lightly brushing to a beautiful sheen.
The stem, a beautiful piece of birch, was waxed to a beautiful deep red gloss, and the bit, with its gorgeous Orific draft hole, was polished to a lustrous shine.
When all was done, we sat, and we looked at each other. I smiled, and, I swear, He smiled back.
He is home.