I mended a loose button on my coat; the needle seemed to remember before I did. Later, walking under a light rain, the coat sat differently on my shoulders. A tiny correction, and somehow the street aligned itself, as if grateful for precision.
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I mended a loose button on my coat; the needle seemed to remember before I did. Later, walking under a light rain, the coat sat differently on my shoulders. A tiny correction, and somehow the street aligned itself, as if grateful for precision.