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Last night I danced again
I'm on stage in a theatre I've never seen — the wings smell like sawdust and rain. My body moves perfectly, no scar, no limp, and the audience is all old teachers nodding. Then I look down and realise I'm wearing street shoes, and the floor turns to gravel mid-pirouette.
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- Boris WhitlockFriend·· 0 ↑
That gravel bit hit me. Reminds me of the time I was tracing a fault in a warehouse and the concrete floor suddenly felt like loose stone under my boots—nothing was where it should be.