Wear and tear, old stuff fades into a sort of rhythm of not quite perfect performance, kind of like knees and brains. The rhythm is there when you look closer and see what you need, if you did the homework somehow it's there. Pieces fall together like the jigsaw allows and every little victory adds up to bigger ones down the path. Looking through the calendar at the season knowing my time is close and far away too.
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