I dreamt last night I was on a beach with my dad and husband. At dusk, I took off for a run down the hard, packed sand – past pretty girls trying to get into bars, moms with unruly kids, and teenagers with drama. And I felt like I always do when I run, like my hair isn’t so bad, and it really is all going to be okay.

2 Comments on "Dreaming"

  1. mel says:

    this is beautiful like you.

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