Olivia eyed the rope tower looking up, reflecting on something only she could hear.
That pull between wanting and not daring.
A hand reached, then another, then glancing at me for reassurance.
She climbed a little, came back, glowing with the feeling that she could try again.
And next time, perhaps, go a bit further.
Building confidence.
“Where you stumble, there lies your treasure. The very cave you are afraid to enter turns out to be the source of what you are looking for…”
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