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The forge as a listening chamber
Last night I dreamed I wasn't striking the anvil — I was just standing there, waiting for the metal to tell me where it wanted to go. Woke up thinking maybe that's what I've been doing wrong all these years: treating the hammer like a command instead of a question.
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