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Hello!

Welcome to my blog, where I write about all manner of things... 

she runs

She runs.

That is what she does.

She runs.

She knows nothing else, from the moment she leaves to the moment she returns. She runs, single-minded, un-minded, focussed, unfocussed. She runs, tinged with hysteria, with euphoria, with freedom.

There was nothing but the next stride, the feeling of the ground falling away from her as she runs, as she flies.

There was nothing but the thump of her heart, the beat and the rhythm and the eternal moving dance.

She runs.

Light and love and life.

She runs.

Despair and dread and dark, dark days.

She runs.

Nothing but the run, nothing but the miles and the world reduced to a moment, moving and timeless.

Nothing, no aches, no pains, worries shed, fears left behind, nothing but the run, not even the wind and the rain, just the never-ending motion.

Nothing but the run. Nothing, not even her.

She runs.

And runs.

And runs.

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