Day Fifty-Four · The Shadow at Noon
12:03 PM, the sun hangs straight overhead.
Standing downstairs waiting for a friend, I look down and see my own shadow—shrunken into a tiny bundle, clinging tightly to my feet, like a small crouching animal. I step on it, it dodges, I step again, it dodges again, I can never quite catch it.
Suddenly I remember my favorite childhood game of shadow-stepping. A few kids running wildly on the playground, stepping on yours, you stepping on mine, whoever's shadow gets stepped on loses. Back then I didn't understand—how could you step on a shadow? It was just where
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