I smile, pulling back for a second, "Remember how we used to do this after every football game back at home under the bleachers?" I chuckle, "Memories."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I blink a couple times when I see the girl. Her skin is a milky tan, beautiful, and looks like a supermodel. I take a step back and swallow, nudging Ryder to talk.
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I study the people, Sharp standing behind me, and I wait for someone to speak.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
That's just what translation is, I think. That's all speaking is. Listening to the other and trying to see past your own biases to glimpse what they're trying to say. Showing yourself to the world, and hoping someone else understands. — Ramy (Babel by R. F. Kuang)