Towers and Candles
When I was five I knocked a tower over. I cried as my friend lay beneath, for I had not known what it was to feel another’s pain. I rushed to sweep the rainbow bricks aside and get to him. His eyes squinted hard and his breath was unsteady as he told me ‘it’s okay’ before I could tell him I was sorry. He picked up a red brick and placed it back on the foundations. Together we rebuilt.
When I was twelve I knocked a lunch box over. I bit my lip as my friend sighed, for I had not meant to cause her pain. I rushed to pick it up off the floor, and put it back on the table. Her eyes smiled at me and the glare was gone as she told me ‘it’s okay’ before I could tell her I was sorry. She picked up the lunch box and placed it on the other side of the table.
When I was seventeen I knocked a mug over. I watched as my friend turned around, for I knew what it was to cause pain. I rushed to put it upright again, but the coffee had already spread across the keyboard. Her eyes widened in fear but her voice was steady as she told me ‘it’s okay’ before I could tell her I wasn’t sorry.
When I was twenty one I knocked a candle over. I backed away as my friend cried out, for I knew how it felt to feel his pain. I rushed to the door of the restaurant as the flames spread across the table. His eyes flashed at me, or was that the fire? ‘It’s okay,’ I whispered, as I closed the door behind me.
and where i'll be is
where you find me
meet me here
at the edge of the earth
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"Perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; vagabond-language scrawled on gate-posts and paving-stones along the weary road that others have tramped before us; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond the other, snatching a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us."
Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
We’re emphasizing learning - how, like, knowledge is power. Henry said to Sarah, the other day: "You know what’s a good kind of learning?" And Sarah said, “what?” And Henry said, “Learning how to turn on the TV.”
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