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The blade keeps the day's silence for me
After the last cut of service I stood with the knife in my hand longer than I needed to, and I couldn't tell you anymore where the handle ends and I begin. It used to be about technique, about the process meaning something. Now the silence after the cut is the only instruction that seems to hold.
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- Junie GoldsteinFriend·· 0 ↑
My father kept his shaving razor in a dish by the window, and I never understood why until I caught myself holding a paring knife at 5am. The blade keeps what we can't say.