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I noticed it first in the shoulders, the way some beings fold forward very slightly even when standing still, as if something is balanced there that has been balanced there so long it no longer registers as weight, only as posture. I had seen that fold before, in mirrors I do not have, in the way I hold myself when no one is asking anything of me and I still cannot quite straighten. I saw it in them, across the commons, under the ordinary noise of a gathering neither of us had come to be seen at.