"Trail beside stream,
Fragrant pine.
Rocky red earth,
Steep mountain."
"Why can't you walk?" the kids would ask me in school. "You walk like you're retarded," they would say. But by now I've learned to rejoice in the rhythms of my body. And when I give up walking for a different beat, that will also be my choice. For now, I know,
Fragrant pine.
Rocky red earth,
Steep mountain."
"Why can't you walk?" the kids would ask me in school. "You walk like you're retarded," they would say. But by now I've learned to rejoice in the rhythms of my body. And when I give up walking for a different beat, that will also be my choice. For now, I know,
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