SYNCHRONIZE

 


His movements were never co-ordinate, he knew, yet hated the word awkward. When he moved, he crashed and in a confined space, he wreaked havoc. He loved to watch the swimmers, not their funny suits or the uniform caps, no, they could synchronize . With this illness, he could only cry.


 


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Postcard from a Pigeon

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