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Thoughts, no. 164

Climbing stairs in the dark, there is nearly always a moment when a foot goes up for one more step that isn’t there and stamps down onto the landing as if it had been tricked. Nothing was wrong with the stairs. Somewhere below thought a count was being kept, and nobody knew it was being kept until it came out one too many. It may be the only way most of us ever find out how carefully we were counting.

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