We greet the morning with pain and suffering. Waves of nausea roll through the group. I make my way out into the neighborhood, running shoes laced up but the inside of my brains too large to fit inside the skull, I sweat out the ills. We drive to the southern shore, revel in a perfect summer day. I stand in the ocean for an hour, letting each wave pummel me or lift me, it’s a delicate negotiation and we both come out winners. By the time the night is dark and full of stars, my body is tired. Sated.
Summer comes. I am here to take it.
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