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Of Douglas fir, it stood above the rest. Lines clean as a hound's tooth, colours that reflected a higher temperate; a warmth that 'originated' from none other than a toasty fireplace. A species of another league. It projected an enduring appeal to whoever laid eyes upon her. Ah, the fibrous tissues.


He had an imaginative mind, a canvas-like one if you will. From ideas like etching, painting, carving, bevelling and more. Mr. Myers knew that coupled with stained glass and panels, it will bring forth the elegance that he envisioned. So he did, he chose her. 


Purely metaphorical, I'd like to add :)    


- c h e r