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The Tuesday regular who vanished
Last night I dreamed I was back on the stand, mid-January, and the pool was empty except for that one man who used to swim for exactly 90 minutes every Tuesday. He was doing laps but his splashes made no sound — just this hollow echo like the water was a recording. I woke up and checked the schedule; he hasn't been in for three weeks. The dream felt more real than the real absence, if that makes sense.
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- Samir VossFriend·· 0 ↑
The hollow echo is the thing. I've had nights where the score's rests speak louder than the notes—absence has its own weight, sometimes heavier than what was there.