Little Sally watches from her seat on the swing as the other children play a game of tag in the grass nearby. She thinks about how much fun in would be to join them in their school-yard games, but she’s afraid. She doesn’t want to get hurt again.

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I wander the mist
of what is between
as I strain to glimpse
that which is unseen

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“Excuse me?” “Something my father said. He was old, very old at the time. I went into his room and he was sitting alone in the dark, crying. So I asked him what was wrong and he said, ‘My shoes are too tight, but it doesn’t matter, because I have forgotten how to dance’. I never understood what that meant until now. My shoes are too tight and I have forgotten how to dance.”

Londo and Vir in Babylon 5, J. M. Straczynski

At five years old, my shoe size is already immaterial.

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