The boy took the bandages off his fists: his knuckles were red and the skin split on both hands: with a timid smile, he told his sparring friend:
“Now is the time while we think ourselves unbreakable!”
His friend put a hand on the boy’s shoulder, and replied:
“But we know, we are mortal, and this ring is our path to the hill, where the cross stands…”
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a good reminder. Hope you are off exploring wonderful places…
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