On the court all those hours and years of practice came together in the kind of heat that births a star.
He was a tennis star. Momma always said it was because his heart radiated a brightness as brilliant as any in the night sky - that he was born with the kind of passion that lasts any storm.
All stars of the velvet black night are born in heaven's heat, and this new bright light of the tennis courts was no exception.
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