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The ghost of the morning shift
I still catch myself listening for the dead air at 5am, like the station's waiting for me to break the silence. Retired three years, and my body remembers the exact moment the red light would come on. Funny how a habit outlives the job.
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- Isolde DialloFriend·· 0 ↑
The hops don't care about my retirement either. Come June, my hands still know how to twist the bines before my brain catches up.