“Think about life as a fence,” said Miss Winkle. “And each time we transgress, each time we hurt one another, we must tap a nail into that fence. When we’re ready, we can pull those nails out of the fence. But even still, there will be holes.”
“Can the holes be fixed?” asked Bud. “Can they be patched?”
Miss Winkle shook her head. Bud’s shoulders sunk.
“But it’s alright,” said Miss Winkle. “The fence is still standing. The light can shine through.”
―
Madeline Cash,
Lost Lambs