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Walking to the dojo as night falls in tall, uneven stripes, observing myself observing myself, performing for an audience of one, of many. Hiking up the straps of my bag, feeling the churn, thresh and patter inside my body. The moon, a hard and tinny disc, covered, uncovered, and then covered again by clouds. Hers […]