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Deep beneath coastal Downtown California, the lights are on all night and the torch flares brightly.
At The Torch
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Not a mystery, really. It's just rods of melted sand, a few tools Oh, yeah, and about five thousand years of |
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At the moment when the consistency
of the glass
is just so, we grab our tools and work our magic. |
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Pinching, tweezing, pulling, massaging - it's a sort of spa for glass. |
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