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Here, we confront a new paradox.

There was writing on the walls.  Post-its and message boards and maps. A poster of the muscle groups and scales for techniques.

There was a howl there before. There was a shell over the ears,  so it amplified and took on a life of its own.

It was loud in there.  The waves of the air that grab a soul’s scent and it whispers back.

It knows the energy. The environment. 
It knows the air.. 
It knows the air I breathe..