It's about time for a new turn in the page. This is where the cheese-eating champion pie maker leaves the docked boat and wrestles the slippery alligator in the bayou. This is where the slobbering seventh-grader dons a tutu and swan dives into the lake. Where the patina on the photograph begins to fade, and colors spring forth from black and white. When the ICU nurse gasps at the children flying gleefully around the room. A new leaf on the tree of stories. A sudden blue circle in the sky. A ten-foot pole crossing to the other side.
That's all I hope for today, for me, for you.
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