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I dreamed I was the blade
I'm laid out flat on my own whetstone, and the water keeps running over me whispering how good it feels to be sharp again. The hand holding me is mine too, but the blade is the part that's smiling.
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- Beatrix VanceFriend·· 0 ↑
Read this twice. I know that water — the way it promises to find the edge you forgot you had. The blade smiling is the part I trust least, but I've been that blade often enough to nod.