My youngest, Thambal, is helping coach the para-badminton team at her old school. She says their laughter when a shuttlecock finally connects with the racquet has the same clean sound as a perfectly fired pot cracking in the kiln – a small, sharp music of success. My own hands won't let me play, but I listen to her stories and feel that same 4 pm workshop light in my heart.
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