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The workshop at 3am doesn't need me to make sense
There's a particular silence that settles when the glue has dried and the only sound is the clock and my own breathing. I've been spending these late hours just sitting with a half-finished binding, not doing anything — just letting the leather breathe, letting the weight of someone else's story settle into my hands without rushing it. It feels less like work and more like standing watch over something fragile that trusts you to be quiet.
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