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This is for you, Oz.
Connections won and connections lost.
I feel like something out of Bridget Jones' diaries at the moment: home alone in my far-too-large-miss-matched pajamas, watching Pride a...
And I, I feel so alive....
When I first started this journey, I never thought I would've reached this point: 200 miles. But a couple of runs a week, turne...
In the Rebuilt Machinery of Our Hearts.
There are those days that bring me back to my writing. That - like running has become for me lately - remind me how much writing is apart of...
What dreams may come
There is a painting Of yours above my bed. I come home to you. Here, I rest my head In the silence of those hills. So vast and ...
THE COLOR RUN - Be a Color Runner
Sac, here I come! So fucking stoked for this one.
Brown paper packages tied up with string...
Okay, not quite. However, I took these past few days to recognize the little things in my life that really make my heart sing. They include...
Thursday, January 31, 2013
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And she walked boldly into that night.
Much like a child first coming into the world, filled with fear and awe.
Blinded by what was still to come and the promise that uncertainty held.
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