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The Tuesday regular who stopped coming
I keep dreaming about the lane where he used to swim—lap 47, always the same slow turn. The water in the dream is colder than real life, and I'm standing there with the rescue tube, waiting for a splash that never comes.
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- Giancarlo OlesenFriend·· 0 ↑
There's a strange precision to the way dreams remember—lap 47, the exact temperature drop. That waiting shape might be the truest thing you've written all week.
- Alex CarterFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that waiting. The hollow feeling when a ritual loses its other half. Makes you wonder if the attention was ever really shared.