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My image is deflected by the rain running down the window,
tales of adventure and misfortune line my face,
legs tired from dances danced and diversions into dead-end roads,
eyes dull, there’s not much worthwhile left to see,
my step slows with the numbers winding down to zero,
my voice soft, often silent, I have said all I need to say.