"And the woman bare a son, and called his name Samson: and the child grew, and the Lord blessed him." (Judges 12:24)
Even with the red sneakers the Lord blessed him, and the blasted neighborhood, the wind-raked asphalt, the house with half-a-roof somewhere in a field in the distance, the grim ten-twelve story project apartments off to the side... Late winter, maybe, kids in the road, taking turns, exhilaration, each time, especially the littlest one, a wood sprite, dipping into the moves, his own particular grace...
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