dmniska
There I was - on some nameless two-lane highway between Mankato and Worthington, on the vast expanse of prairie, with whipping wind and sideways snow - with a stalled 2004 Toyota Sienna.
I like to lather on the sunscreen these days, big gobs of 30, 45 spy, sometimes 70 if I'm in the mood. I just keep picturing some of the shriveled up specimens I see walking on Siesta Key beach, dark brown and leathery - are they even human?
I don't think that I grasped the finality of our friendship until after she had moved to New York. When she said "Don't ever call me again," she wasn't kidding. When I tried to look her up, her name was nowhere to be found - Facebook, Linked In, Whitepages - nowhere.
Hot, heavy limbs. Each step feels like I'm wearing snow pants soaked in wet cement.
How does one learn? Through books, maybe. But I believe that we learn most by being brave enough to strike up conversations with strangers, stake out new paths, and understand that along our journey we are bound to hit roadblocks.
I was feeling very swell until a overweight zebra came and sat on me. I felt even less swell when the elephants saw what they where missing out on.
I was feeling very swell until a overweighted zebra came and sat on me. I felt even less swell when the elephants saw what they where missing out on.
I picked up the baby in my arms. She was cold, barely covered with just a dirty pink t-shirt and an overpacked diaper. It was hard to tell how old she was, because she had this mass of thick red curls, yet could barely lift her head when I held her.
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