Today’s Scribbling: Ten Simple Pieces, Part Seven – The Pocket King

Everyone sets boundaries for themselves. Sometimes those boundaries become a prison. Sometimes it’s more comforting not to see beyond them. Sometimes you call your prison a realm, and call those who would set you free traitors. Such a man is this – one who has made a place for himself, and will not stir beyond it. Is that all that he is?

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