You can find me howling at the moon.

Always secretly feared this as a kid.


Shaking your hand is the closest I’ve ever come to meeting the wind.

Age holds no better number.

Looking back, I think it was only me at the time.

My first car. My close friend Michelle’s Grandmother’s car. A brand new, used 1992 Ford Torus with 3 hubcaps, no AC, and a half broken tape deck. But she runs.

Guess its a toss up.

That weight could be heavier. I’m grateful.

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