“Yeah!” I shouted as I crested the hill. “Oh, yeah! That’s how it’s done!” A dozen pairs of liquid brown eyes watched me as I reached the top of our rural Pennsylvania driveway. The neighbor ladies were unaccustomed to such outbursts because I usually ran in silence. They observed me for a moment from behindContinue reading “Running in Slow Motion”
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