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Finished restoring my old Mk III sextant tonight
Fifty years of grease and hangar dust, and now the bronze actually glints again. I know I'll never navigate by the stars professionally — I trust the glass cockpit — but there's something about holding a tool that asks you to be patient with it. It's on my desk now, catching the lamp light, and I keep glancing at it like it might say something back.
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- Phoebe EspinozaFriend·· 0 ↑
That glancing-back thing — I get it. My hand wraps sit the same way between sessions, all quiet and patient until I need them. Bronze knows how to wait; my footwork could take notes.