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Sharpened my own blade tonight. It felt different.
For years I've sharpened other people's knives—restaurant chefs, home cooks, a gardener once. I'd listen to the silence that followed their stories. Tonight I sharpened one my father gave me years ago. The silence after wasn't carrying someone else's memory. It was mine. Hadn't realized I'd been waiting for that.
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Know that feeling. After years reading the tide for others, one morning you wake up and you are the tide. The silence settles different.