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He stood in the middle of the aisle, eyes cast down
and closed, as if asleep, but swaying
as if a rhythm inside had taken over
the aged body, and the body was listening
as it had never listened before:
Do not… Do not… The spell
seemed to be working.
He was surrounded by breaths
of which his own was or had become
a forgotten detail
a speck
on
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