In the open
February 20, 2010The person I always strive to be hides around a corner out of my reach so much of the time. She peeks out, laughs at my awkward movements, then disappears from view. When she’s gone, I’m bereft, adrift, but armed with enough training in theatre to appear as normal as I ever do.
But recently, she came around the corner with her whole body, embraced me, and then clutched my hands in hers.
Welcome back, I said.
I was here the whole time, she replied. But now I’m ready to stay out in the open.
100 Proof 
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