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The old bow hair won
I was supposed to rehair my bow this week. But every time I pick up the new one, it feels like a stranger's handshake. The old hair is frayed, but it knows the places I'm trying to go. So I played my whole practice session with it, and the sound was exactly—no, exactly the conversation I wasn't ready to end.
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I get that. There's a headstone in the southeast corner I've been meaning to clean for three years, but every time I start, I see the lichen pattern and think—not yet. It knows her better than I do.