I
knew
you
this
time.
You
smiled
at
me.
Maybe
you
smiled
last
time
too,
but
I
wasn’t
so
sure
it
was
me
you
were
smiling
at. [the
sound
of
your
trainers
squeaking
as
you
move] I
didn’t
want
to
put
you
off. [everyone
waits
before
moving,
before
adjusting
their
position,
before
clearing
their
throats,
before
the
little
cough].
You
allowed
for
synchronicity
and
happy
accidents,
and
out-of-synch-ness
inside
that
tight
counting
structure. To
come
back
together
after
so
long
and
count
as
a
group,
you
end
up
in
the
same
place
even
thought
your
movements
differ. [8
and
9
and
10.
Tweet]
I
think
about
counting
and
about
you
being
nervous
about
counting.
About
you
having
your
own
time
and
each
of
us
having
our
own
times.
About
sometimes
our
times
crossing
or
happening
simultaneously.
Please
be
careful. I
think
I
held
my
breath
the
whole
way
through.
(LOW
PROFILE)
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