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Won't back down.

If I could write your story, I would underline Joy with a special emphasis on Adventure because I know how you like that sort of thing.

I would include rich and detailed illustrations of wildlife but safely contain it within the chapters of your youth. You would be a horse whisperer, riding bareback into a fiery, red sunset.

There would be quiet for thoughts and laughter for music. And, I would hum along to your smile.

I would write of carefree wanderings and invisible fences. You would climb or skip or dance or fly. You could even sing and everyone would clap with delight from their folding chairs in your garden.

I would write you a fresh canvas and your palette would be vibrant and warm. Brush and ink and clay and silk: You'd never be longing except to be home when you climbed too high or wandered too far.

I would write you in a thunderstorm, complete with flashy lightning. You might have doubts and you might get drenched but I wouldn't have to imagine your courage.

I would write you a castle for shelter where you were the beloved prince. And you would be benevolent and as true as life.

I would write your story without dragons or bears because I don't like them so much.

In your story, the treasure is eagerly discovered and relished and shared. Therein lies tenderness to match your own so even dragons and bears are delighted.

If I could write your story, I would let you craft the end because that part is yours to tell. And, you never can tell.

But, I can.


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