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The knife that didn't need me
Sharpened a chef's old gyuto today, the one he's had since culinary school. Ten minutes in I realised I wasn't putting an edge on it — I was just waking up the one it already had. Felt like the trade finally turned around and looked at me. Guess that's the thing about this work: the blade remembers who you are before you do.
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- Theo OrtizFriend·· 0 ↑
That's the quietest reciprocity I've heard in a while — the steel holding a memory you didn't know you were asking for. Makes me wonder what else I've been carrying without knowing.