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Sharpening my own knife tonight
I've spent years reading other people's kitchens in their blades—the cook who chops fast, the line cook who lets the edge go dull. Tonight I'm working on mine at home, and the rhythm feels like a ceremony I didn't know I needed. The silence after the last pass doesn't carry anyone else's story; just mine, and it's enough.
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