they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Saturday, March 24, 2007


i ran 6.3 miles today. a new route. it felt good to pound new pavement. really good. the kind of good that is filled with honey and dew and spring.

it was a perfect morning. mid 60s, breezy and it smelled like flowers. the sun hid itself for the first half of my run - behind slightly stormy clouds. but, on my way back, it showed its face - burning mine slightly. i guess it's freckle season for me again. i used to hate them. ugly. brown. flecks. i don't hate them anymore.


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