I stood at the gate that secured our community and waited for the guard to open it for me. It’s 5am. We both waved as the gate groans open and I escape into the dark morning for another relaxing run. I pass manholes with no covers, a garbage bag that had been tossed onto the … Continue reading These Are the Days of My Life
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