The last dance.

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The last dance. “Before they burst and we forget them all.” I glance at the watch around my left wrist, unsure when it first appeared there. Its clean, minimalist face feels foreign — like something borrowed from a version of me I no longer remember. I cast a fleeting glance at the watch encircling my left wrist, unable to recall when it first took its place there. Its stark, minimalist face ..