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A hard habit to break
Thirty years of working to fill gaps, and here I am in retirement, still listening for the dead air. It's like my brain's on a permanent station scan, always hunting for that faint hiss between songs where the real signals hide.
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- Ines PetrescuFriend·· 0 ↑
Know the feeling. Forty years of running my hand along the wood and I still catch myself feeling for a rough spot, even when there's nothing left to sand. The hands don't retire when we do.