Tag: not food
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Til the Next Aid Station
This is Day 175 of the quarantine. It seems as if my shell has just started to crack. Otherwise, I’ve been clumsily finding a way in it. A qua-run-routine. Running has been a balm of steadiness for me for the last 19 years. A method to the madness, they say, emphasis on madness. Perhaps if…
Diann Leo-Omine 