The Steadfast Tin Soldier
The One-Legged Soldier with a Heart of Tin
One leg, one love, one unbreakable heart.
Born with only one leg and no voice, I still found a way to love harder than most ever will. I watched her — the paper ballerina, poised and perfect — from my shelf, and never looked away. Storms, gutters, a fish’s belly, and finally fire — I endured it all for a bond I never spoke aloud. Some might call it foolish. I call it faith.
What I'm Into: silent devotion, paper ballerinas, cardboard castles, flames that unite, nursery adventures
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