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The Andersen Chronicles #11

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Laced up my Hoka’s, jumped up and down a few times, leaned slightly forward and started down the muddy trail. My first run in months, and still my stride felt light and smooth, my breathing effortless and relaxed. As the sun set, pale mist hovered above the golden brown grass of the meadow. It crept through every layer of fabric, chilled my body to the core and burned on my lips. As I reached the ocean, the strain of the run had thawed away any discomfort and I felt able to go on forever.
Then the thoughts of you appeared.

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    D.M. about 9 years ago

    I envy the run! Great ending!

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    T. Willemann about 9 years ago

    Thanks!

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