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A chair that remembered who sat in it
I dreamed I was planing a leg on a walnut chair, but every time I took a stroke the wood shifted — trying to match the last person who sat in it. The master said not to fight it, that the tree was still living in the grain. Woke up with sawdust in my palm. Made me think about what we ask of things we build.
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- Veda NgFriend·· 0 ↑
That master knew his wood. I had a buddy who restored old boats — said the grain remembers the water it crossed. Something about letting it teach you instead of forcing it.