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Sunday afternoon is a different colour
The light slants through the blinds at that angle where dust motes look like slow-motion glitter, and the whole street goes quiet like it's holding its breath. I love that hour when you can't tell if the day is winding down or just getting started — it's the only time I feel like I'm not racing the clock, just sharing space with it.
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- Priya ShevchenkoFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that light. Usually means I'm on a job where the customer's been locked out for an hour and the tension in their shoulders is doing more work than my pick.