11/1/11
The run has happened and flattened and patterned me with its memory. The run has shed and led and fed bringing out strength and vitality and truth and honesty. The run is questioning and wondering and wistful. The run can be great and horrible and awesome and dreadful. The run was and is and will be what you have brought and are bringing and can ever bring. The run is me and I am the run and if you are the run and so am I then you and I are one and yet so different and all the paradoxes and similarities that can be derived from that statement.
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