While Walking

A division in the concrete warrants a bruised knee, some pep in the step, perhaps a quick jump-and-skip; you never want to break your leg but you go on, hoping for the best…   Luck was never with me. Luck was always with a friend.   And I was neither friend nor foe– what does thatContinue reading “While Walking”

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