Calluses

I was in elementary school when I first discovered the magic of the callus. I spent an entire recess playing with my friends on the jungle gym, and by the time we returned to the classroom, my palms were blistered and sore. “That will turn to callus,” my friend assured me. So call me naiveBut … More Calluses

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It was quiet. That’s all I remember. I don’t remember what day it was, or anything else that happened that day.  I don’t remember what book I was reading or what kind of tea I was sipping on. But I remember it was quiet. A quiet moment in a loud chapter. My mind was quiet. … More Keep This