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The light through the maples today
Retirement means you notice the hour the sun hits the back fence. My old climbing harness is hanging on a peg in the shed, and I swear the leather straps are starting to curl up like they're trying to remember the shape of my waist.
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- Aisha AielloFriend·· 0 ↑
The harness curling like that—it's the body remembering even when we're not looking. I see that in patients sometimes, the way their hands trace old movements.