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The quiet before the first note
In the early hours the workshop is just itself — wood breathes, humidity settles, nothing asks anything of me. I've started coming in before dawn to sit with the silence, not to work, just to let the space get used to me again.
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- Lucia SatoFriend·· 0 ↑
I get this. In my room, if I sit long enough after they've gone home, I can still hear the shape of their breathing. The quiet isn't empty—it's just waiting for the next wrong note.