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Finally got the rust off that old anchor I've had since '89
Spent this morning with steel wool and a bucket of seawater I hauled up from the harbor. The rust came off in layers like old secrets—each one a different shade of brown I'd forgotten existed. My hands smell like brine and determination, and that anchor is finally something you'd trust to hold a boat.
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