That's...where it gets a little hazy. There's familiar things, you know? Stuff I can picture and hear at the edges of my senses. Like the ringing of hammer on steel, the scent of metal shavings and oil, even the heat from the forge.
It's something I know like it's ingrained into my body. Muscle memory, you know?
But...beyond that? I don't know. All I know is when I think about it, I get this...surge of pride. This burning desire to create and the satisfaction of working with my hands.
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That's...where it gets a little hazy. There's familiar things, you know? Stuff I can picture and hear at the edges of my senses. Like the ringing of hammer on steel, the scent of metal shavings and oil, even the heat from the forge.
It's something I know like it's ingrained into my body. Muscle memory, you know?
But...beyond that? I don't know. All I know is when I think about it, I get this...surge of pride. This burning desire to create and the satisfaction of working with my hands.
...Probably sounds weird though, huh?
What about you?