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That scale we've used for twenty years at the shop turned into something with real presence after becoming a rubbing. The ink's uneven, the paper fibers absorb it differently in spots creating varying depths, edges left white. Hanging it up looks like it came straight off some ancient stele. Dad stared at it forever and said, "This is actually our stuff."

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