One fair hair is bent over, a crease down her forehead… she is playing to win. The King may have lost his body eons ago but his sacred feet are worth defending to the end of the game. I am proud of her logic, her concentration, her desire to beat the opposition, her ability to plan and out-maneuver with creative sidestepping. When she plays it is with the swift precise maneuvering of one who knows what she is doing and she knows that unless she is playing James she has probably already won the game just by showing up on time.
A darker head plays for the love of playing, she plays just to move pieces around the board and have them lined up two by two holding hands and skipping from square to square. Sure, a few may be taken from time to time but honestly, does it really matter if a bishop turns a corner once in a while? Who stated that right at the end, when the game is said and done, we HAVE to declare a winner and a looser, and can’t we all just dance? I am so proud of her giving heart and ability to find the fun of being, even during a game of war.
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