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100 Yard Dash

We measured it carefully with a 100 foot tape, dad’s longest tape in an encased disk. Starting at the mailbox, a natural line post, I held the disk and you pulled the tape all the way down tar-covered Buckskin Road … Continue reading

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run with me

come run with me with abandon like the wind carried us away as barefoot children through waves of wheat and spider webs feel the glee of running free on trails over hills rocks and roots unencumbered unplugged disconnected though now … Continue reading

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