A River of Stones- 1.24.12

I stay on the treadmill long after I’ve  lost interest, walk carefully around the puddles in the parking lot, when what I really long to do is splash my way through them, and resist the temptation to polish off the rest of the bag of cashews. Why did I ever think being an adult was all about freedom?

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