I saw...

I saw how the master worked. No, not for order, but when the soul burns, when all the forces, creative vision and hope are invested in the birth of the master.When this is not a crop yet, but just a crop, a part of the tree, a thunderstorm, but the iscra and the power to work does not disappear.
It will be a little bit, time will pass, the tree will dry. Showing your character, you may be angry and thirsty, it will become slightly shrimp, like the master's hands and thumbs. Or it will be smooth and smooth texture, like a child's handheld and a bag.
Now the choice is in your hands,pay the time for the master to create his masterpiece.