Dear Woodcut,
While you sit there all perched and natural, I consider my imminent doom. Please spare my hands as I do like my fingers and do not wish to cut them too much. Leprosy is out of season. Please do not be too unpredictable with your grain and composition. I promise to try my best and print something nice.
Love,
Liz
Anyways, I will leave you with this outstanding video, live in an elevator nonetheless. If this is how life is in Paris, I will take the elevator more often.

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