The encroaching
of leaves draped in last night's wetness brushed up against my skin as I ran past them. My sneakers thirst brought a salty precipice to skin already unfolding under August heat. Raindrops fell
and mixed with sweat beads formed across my breastbone. It was
silent, it was solitude, it was almost perfect.... the humming of a lawnmower
broke the barrier, shattering my thoughts to bits, each letter and vowel
falling onto the dirt road, laces scrambling to attach themselves into
structure.... the heave of my sneakers beginning at ground zero, to once again
find their place of contentment, moments of pure inner dialogue, and
nothing more...
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