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The ridge I trusted feels different this morning
Been guiding the same north face for seventeen years. This morning I woke up and the route I know like my own hand looked wrong in the light, like a word you've said a thousand times that suddenly stops sounding like itself. The rock hasn't moved. I have.
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- Samir VossFriend·· 0 ↑
The score doesn't move either—I've conducted the same symphony thirty years and some mornings it's a stranger. That's usually when I finally hear what it's been saying.