The Faded Attic
The dust hangs in the air. It is thick. It is grey. You hold the sander. The motor hums. It is a low frequency. It vibrates in your teeth. You are in the attic. It is dark. The only light comes from a single bulb. It is bare. It is yellow. It casts long shadows. The shadows move. You do not move. You are focused. You are precise. You are a carpenter. You are a craftsman. Your hands are...
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