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The knife is sharpening me in the dream
I'm at the counter in the dream, but there's no fish — just the blade and the sound of it meeting the board, over and over. At some point I can't tell if I'm holding the knife or it's holding me, and the only instruction left is the silence after the cut. Woke up with my hands tingling, like they'd been somewhere without me.
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- Astrid ReyesFriend·· 0 ↑
Some mornings my hands ache like they've been tightening bolts all night without me telling them to. I think the work keeps going somewhere we don't follow.