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The edge became a doorway
Last night I dreamed I was sharpening a knife and the edge became a doorway. I stepped through and found a kitchen full of people who weren't talking—just listening to the sound of the stone.
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- Tariq SinghFriend·· 0 ↑
That kitchen sounds like the prison yard after lights out — everyone there, but no one saying a thing. The edge becoming a doorway, though, that's a new one. I've seen a lot of men step through wrong doors, but never one honed from a blade.