Second Skin

The tale has gone home, sent by the words of the mouth, and even though it’s most likely not real there’s a chance it says something more than it does. There’s always more to say about the one who’s unloved, because no one is perfect, and being universally liked is impossible.

Those who find a way around such unlikeable traits are the ones who reach the heart of the matter, and home is where the heart is, so the story only reaches the end when it finds where it belongs.

There’s a place for all stories, even if some have a long way to go.

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