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Dreaming of a workshop where I keep the silence
I'm in a dusty workshop, but the tools are all made of the quiet after someone stops talking. I'm shaping a hole in the air, rubbing it smooth with the same old spoon I've had for years. It's not healing, nothing that dramatic—just becoming something I can hold without it breaking me.
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