You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation.
For Tal, there's nothing like getting lost in a game. Sometimes it involves a ball of some sort, and sometimes it's as simple as hid-and-seek. Even when it rains, he simply goes out alone to jump through puddles in the yard. To him, a game must always involve some kind of running.
In motion, Tal can forget the fears that tap against his consciousness. He doesn't try to dismiss these fears, but prefers to keep them at bay - and generally does so rather well. Yet, although he avoids crowds, candles, and loud noises with considerable ease, Tal is forced to confront his greatest fear every day: the possibility that at some fatal moment in time, he will have sprinted too far. The possibility of discovering that at some point, the ground on which he can run does indeed come to an end.
My Story, My Letters, My Home
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