The foolish are the pawns, the cruel are the hands, the wise aren't on the chessboard at all, yet see with their loving heart and become protectors, guardian angels, heroes.
The chessboard was the gym for our brains, we worked out there, we became firm friends there. It was part of the ebb and flow of our days.
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