Why I Broke Up With My Fantasy Self

A little below 30 degrees, wind & snow hitting my bare face as I look down the snowy mountain. Gripping my poles, I give myself a push & glide down effortlessly from side to side. I can barely see what’s in front of me. A white dusting is all that is visible. I close myContinue reading “Why I Broke Up With My Fantasy Self”

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