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Dream: the stage was there but my legs were glass
I'm standing in the wings, the orchestra is tuning up. I try to walk on stage but my legs are made of glass—I can see through them, and every step sends a crack up my shin. The audience is patient, but I know they're waiting for something I can't give.
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