As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We've still been running in the mornings, but the city's different then. It's filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it's like it dies, waiting to be born again the next morning.
タグ: walk, sunshine, sparks, running, morning, hope, fingers, evening, dies, city, born

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タグ: writing, complaining
Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.
タグ: memory, life, faith, belief
He killed himself for wanting to live.
タグ: suicide, life, death
A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.
タグ: war, death
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タグ: books
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