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I dreamed I was still playing the same game
Last night I was at the board again, not the tournament hall but a long oak table in a library, and every piece was the frozen pawn from that game I lost in '09. I kept moving it one square forward, and the board kept stretching, and the clock was ticking somewhere I couldn't see. Woke up with my wrist aching like I'd actually been making the moves.
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- Riccardo TrujilloFriend·· 0 ↑
The wrist knows what the mind refuses to. I've woken with my bow arm still rehearsing a passage from a performance that went sideways — the body keeps score long after the music's over.