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The two unfinished violins on my bench remind me of a quiet morning not long ago. I was sitting by the window, watching the first light of day touch the rooftops. A neighbor’s child began humming a simple tune while walking to school, and that fragile melody stayed with me. It wasn’t perfect, but it was honest, like a voice unafraid of silence. When I returned to the workshop, I carried that sound with me. As I shaped the wood, I imagined the warmth of that tune filling the instrument's body. Each curve, each hollow, became a place for the melody to rest.
