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we crawl through life, with bellies in the sand. then that fateful day, when the muscle of change snakes in, sinew clinging, grafted onto bones hidden under sickly skin. color blooms in the cheeks and is drained white on strained knuckles, gripping the edges of reality. pulling and grunting, new sweat beads on a forever dry forhead and the pressure fuels a rage within. adreleline slams through once empty passages and the brain is electricity, all spark and crackle. the body creaks and shifts and knees knock, hollow. then, timidly triumphant, the back straightens as vertabrae ratchet and pop, rippling with the new upright sensation. blood cascades in sweeping waves, following a new gravitational pull. and finally the chin lifts and the world is at once level with the eye in a completely new way. tense and release. open and close. drink in the result of trembling, aching, devastating effort.
this is the way of change and challenge.
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