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This is it, this is the one
When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.
I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.
Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.
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For those unsure of a sport to pick:
Have you considered hitting your friends with a sword? Have you considered getting hit with swords by your friends? Have you considered making out after a duel?
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“my sentient sword came out to me as transmasc, i mean, talk about un-she/they-ing your blade!”
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A handy guide to share with you non-swordy friends.
(Found on Facebook HEMA group).
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No??? 18 years of time loop obviously 🙄
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