Memories of the rider I was decades ago, galloping bareback, seat balanced in the bliss of ignorance. Thirty years later, there's a war between my mind's love of flying and my body's memory of falling. I just want to ride again without fear.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Housework
Every time we change the sheets on our bed, we go through this. We have no choice. This is Possum's favorite game, so it must be played. Of our 11 cats, only he understands the game of the deadly sheets.
Every time we change the sheets on our bed, we go through this. We have no choice. This is Possum's favorite game, so it must be played. Of our 11 cats, only he understands the game of the deadly sheets.
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