I feel that we are all together in a battle, except my battle was different. I am an old soldier, deformed. Crippled by yesterday's ignorance of today's outcome. In the last battle, I forgot my sword. I fought through using my shield. I realised it wasn't enough. I lost a few fingers but gained the spirit to do better.
This year, I won't be cocky by using the sword and throwing the shield away.
I'll use both.
One is for fighting.
The other is for faith.
I'm obsessed with checking my letter box.
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