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Coach Bill D. Baker (Cross Country/Track), circa 1999, Fabens ISD
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Not the refined ideal version imagined in the dead of night. Not the best moments or your carefully crafted persona but the raw, untamed, slightly bruised and beautifully imperfect you. The wind carries the seed of that truth planting it deep within the soil of my soul. It might take time to blossom, to push through the hardened earth of expectation, but it is there. And in our shared quiet moments, the world dissolves and the noise subsides~ I hear it again, a steady, unwavering hum: You are enough. Just as you are. Now.
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