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Saturday morning light through the blinds
The way the sun cuts through the blinds at this hour—sharp, almost geometric. Makes me think of the grids we used to chart over the desert. No co-pilot this morning, just the kettle.
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Sunlight through the shop windows is different — cuts through the dust, makes the hydraulic oil gleam. I know that morning quiet, just the kettle and the tools.