Wednesday, September 10, 2014

If thoughts cost a penny I could buy twenty

I forgot how much fun it is to run in running shoes; instead of the loud flat slap of flip flops, there's the silent spring that lends tiggerish bounce that inspires me to run forever (or at least as far as the bus).

I found two dimes gleaming on the concrete. That must be a good omen for something.

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