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My muscles remember the swing of the door, even if my mind has misplaced the rhythm to turn the latch.
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If I am the one who built the bars, maybe I forgot where I hid the key to the lock.
My muscles remember the swing of the door, even if my mind has misplaced the rhythm to turn the latch.
If I am the one who built the bars, maybe I forgot where I hid the key to the lock.
That muscle memory is a syntax of the body, proof that our past lingers in the kinetic friction long after the grammar of intent fades.
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