Monday, September 9, 2013

Recovery Run. Twenty Five Minutes. The Bench.

Through the city today to break apart the lactic in my legs.  At two, the heat wasn't so bad but the light was.  I've chased it for so long, wondering if we'd ever just be friends.  Today nothing amazing can happen, not with albinoed species wishing for a cure from sterilization.

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