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A scar by its nature is not the same as first flesh. Not less, but not the same. A scar speaks a different story. It maps a separate quest. A scar by its nature tells of healing, and this in itself entails a preface of wounds and suffering. My scars by their nature recount survival. And that is a story, that is a map worth following. And I am encouraged, despite my years, to travel beyond these maps, to tell fresh tales and perhaps pick up fresh scars. Scars are by their nature a natural consequence of paths followed, of life lived. I've learned never to trust a face that bears no blemish.
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Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 7:33 AM UTC
My scars
A scar by its nature is not the same as first flesh. Not less, but not the same. A scar speaks a different story. It maps a separate quest. A scar by its nature tells of healing, and this in itself entails a preface of wounds and suffering. My scars by their nature recount survival. And that is a story, that is a map worth following. And I am encouraged, despite my years, to travel beyond these maps, to tell fresh tales and perhaps pick up fresh scars. Scars are by their nature a natural consequence of paths followed, of life lived. I've learned never to trust a face that bears no blemish.
stevejeff
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Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 7:33 AM UTC
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