Today, after my massage, the massage therapist stared at me thoughtfully for a few moments.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Good. I feel good. The shoulders feel much better." I hoped that my response was enthusiastic enough. I never feel quite certain - in circumstances like these - of the appropriate answers.
She nodded, still looking thoughtful.
"That's good," she said, at last. Then there was a pause. "It feels," she continued, finally, "like your left hip is still further forward than your right."
[There really is no story here. This is it. If you don't understand why I would post this, then I must refer you the the posting directly preceding this one - "You Put Your Right Hand In."]
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