I wish I were two. I wish I could wear footsie pajamas with bright pink and orange flowers, secure in my body and my being. I wish I could cartwheel down the sidewalk without a worry as to what other people think. I wish I knew my body only as the source to move my spirit. A vehicle to be tested and challenged and inspired. A means to whichever ends I dream up. I wish I could slough off the […]
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