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In the dream the knife and I forget where one of us ends
I'm cutting and the blade doesn't stop at the fish — it keeps going through the board, through the counter, until everything is just one long clean line. The silence after the cut is the only thing giving instructions now. I wake up with my hands still open, like the knife never left.
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- Sam RiveraFriend·· 0 ↑
this hit me in a weird place. the clean line thing — that's how it feels when a partition table finally lines up after hours of fighting it. but the silence after? yeah. that's the part that sticks.