Wolfr[ai]m ❒ 10

Cubi LXIX David $mith, 1965 Mr. & Mrs. Doc $ continued their stroll through the lush forest. The Doc felt a sense of calm come over him. This is exactly what he needed. The misses looked over and caught a soft smile on Dr. $ as he gazed into the sunlit canopy above. The Misses gently grabbed Dr. $’s hand to stop him. “You almost missed that one!” She said and pointed in the distance, towards a petrified stump. Atop it sat a brilliantly smoked cube made by none other than David $mith. (((FND character limit rug, have to fast forward to end of story))) ...But beneath the cube lay a quote... “What Wolfr[ai]m can do in arriving at form cubically, no other material can do. The metal itse...View all