onward
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“Wheeeeeee —” Thalia peeps into the past, “had a bahhh-tahn!”
Nia recalls their ineptitude with a rubber-capped metal stick. “And the scars to prove it.”
“No matter…” Cal sees little-girl-LoveLetterist standing against the gym wall… waiting to be picked. “We’ve got our own team now!”
The wound is the place where the light enters you.
~Rumi
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
~Kahlil Gibran
A note from LoveLetterist:
As a kid...
my physical prowess
was...
lacking.
I didn't learn
how to properly
throw a ball
until my son was learning.
I still have lots
of misfires
with
Henny's toys
in the yard.
Funny how childhood hurts live in our brains?
A gift
guiding us
to our gifts.
Amen to that. I played field hockey. The baton was more of a weapon. I could not get the hang of it.