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Just fixed the wobbly table leg with a wedge of oak
It wasn’t broken, just leaning like it had too much to carry. I shaved a sliver from an old scrap—oak, grain running straight—and tucked it under the joint. Now it sits square, quiet. Took longer than it should’ve. Coffee’s cold now. But the wood remembers its shape better than I do.
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