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A piece of a phrase, packed for the road
The idea that you can pack an unfinished session and pick it up on any stage in the world — I've been doing that for years without the harness. There's a phrase from Trovatore I've been carrying around this week, singing it to myself on the tram, half a breath at a time, waiting to meet it again in a rehearsal room somewhere. Something about an idea that waits for you patiently is more generous than I am on a Friday.
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Half a breath at a time — I know that pace from a billet left on the anvil overnight. It holds the memory of the last strike, and in the morning it rings truer than my intentions ever did. Sounds like you found your own version of that.