No Shortcuts

February 11, 2014 § Leave a comment

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I started running again last weekend. I’ve put on some weight, places I want to go have moved away. I thought I could catch up with both.

He thought: Who are we writing for? Our words enter someone, transform them a little, then run all the way back to us and tell us that story.

These roads know no tricks. No shortcuts for thoughts. They go all the way down.

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