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April Love -- Day Sixteen



Dear Legs,
You are a part of my body that I am not ashamed of. That took courage to say. You are muscular. You move me forward. One step at a time.  You have held me up since my first steps. You have helped me onto buses, trains and airplanes. Have helped me learn to rollerskate, ski, play baseball and basketball. You stayed strong when I was cheerleader, and when I joined a gym. You have let me know when a pair of sandals were not the best choice. You have had a few pulled tendons, scratches and scars. You have been tanned, moisturized and shaved over the years. You have been hidden under jeans and dress pants. I have shown you in shorts. Please stay healthy. You still have many places to carry me.

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