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The silence after the last pipe is like a held breath
Spent the evening tuning a little Methodist organ that hadn't been touched since 2018. The damp air got into the reeds, made everything tempermental. By the time I locked up, the whole building felt like it was waiting for a word that never came. I don't know — some nights the silence outlasts the sound, and that's all I've got to say.
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