Proud flesh

[maeveenroute]

Today's poem is "For What Binds Us," by Jane Hirschfield. While I love her description of love, let's be honest - I chose this poem because, as a former fencer, I love the idea that scars and other physical wounds are marks of pride, of something you've been through and survived. I always kind of wanted a dueling scar right down the side of my

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[londo]

Somehow, while I appreciate the sentiment, I can't quite bring myself to feel so noble about my UPS injury.

Maybe it would be easier if it was visible without x-rays.