thirty days of thanksgiving. day one.
Day One.
Today, I'm grateful for
warm fall afternoon jogs, with limited wind and an unlimited amount of pressure to run quickly--
Joanna Chapa's arrival to the great town of Hillsboro
G-Mail voicemails & bestieness
June Mount's coffee
the dainty elderly lady on her afternoon walk who smiled and waved at me as I sluggishly jogged by, huffing and puffing
the way your feet hurt when you have been stand for something that makes a difference
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