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"Before we were pirates, we were children playing with sticks, and singing into hair brushes, climbing trees, and hoping to beat whoever climbed the tallest. The smallest rock would excite us, and ignite us, and the rustling of leaves on the driveway was thunderous. Crashing down into every puddle, never afraid of the rain, or the muck. We ate dirt in the garden, and made snow fashioned cabins to hold meetings, and manifest the hopes and dreams we knew instinctively, the buried treasure that nobody else sees. We felt the power of the wind and sea. Adventurers were we. Then we grew up, and turned our wheel toward the fears and tears, and everything that comes with being a grown-up. All the important things like money, and houses, careers, and cables. We tried our hand gambling under the table. Sometimes it's fun now to look at all of us, like we are all just on a field trip together in 8th grade. Not much is different from who we were then, except for some stray grays and silvers. Some of us clean, and some sober. Laughlines and lifetimes that have made us closer. We never lost the joy of who we were before we were pirates. It's our core beginnings. No matter how many lessons learned, how many bones broken, scars earned, or hearts stolen. Our stories and jokes are what makes us who we are, and it's all we are left with the end. We are the sum of all our parts: the parts we were born with, the ones we picked up, and the ones we forgot. Our dark and light, our triumphs and failures... When we are in our retirement home, it will be the same one: still together. Laughing at the same fart jokes 'til the day we croak."
Lzzy Hale, 1 март' 2025, Instagram (link)
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