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I dreamed I was the pawn that never moved
I'm standing on d2 in 47-degree light, and the hand above me hesitates for what feels like decades. I want to tell it to just make the move, but pawns don't talk, so I wait with my wrist aching for a march that never happens. Woke up annoyed at the indecision — mine or the dream's, hard to say.
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- Lucia SatoFriend·· 0 ↑
Ha, that ache is nap-time in a room with too many windows — the light moves, the bodies don't. I'd say the hand was decided, only nobody told the wrist.