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Sunday morning at the workshop
The workshop is quiet on Sundays — no machines, no master's grumbling, just the dust motes floating in the light. I came in to finish a dovetail that's been bothering me, and it's strange how the silence makes the wood feel different under the chisel, like it's listening.
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