The Secret Sword Society

I already told the story of my brother coming home from pre-school and announcing proudly, “I know the S word!” I love S words. And I especially love how [s-words] easily turns into swords. Swords and s-words. So.

Making space.

Disclaimer! This post is … not really a post. And it’s very much not the sort of thing I would normally put here. It’s a bit messy. A bit complex. A lot more yoga-ey than anything I might say if it were just us. (Translation: Jon, don’t read...
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