Just one speck in our universal tapestry.
Read MoreSometimes I lose myself in the deep pools of your memories.
Read MoreSometimes, the wind blows.
Read MoreLast week, I found out about a friend who passed away suddenly.
Read MoreI don't know Ken, or I should say, I don’t know Kenneth Hugh Anderson.
Read MoreI can see you getting older.
Read MoreI quit my brand new, beautiful job.
Read MorePlaces that remind us of fairytales.
Read MoreThere is so much Social Media doesn't see.
Read MoreI find the concept of trail magic absolutely thrilling and all I want to be when I grow up is some form of a trail fairy god-mother.
Read MoreWisps of frost coat my lungs and I can feel winter swirling inside.
Read MoreSometimes you don't even realize you have them until you're in a reaction from one.
Read MoreI think about the times when I’d look in your eyes and I’d see the depths of the universe. Galaxies that have never been discovered, at least not in the innocence of a friendship.
Read More"Has anyone ever asked you how you became a trail runner?"
Read MoreLately, I feel like Christopher McCandles [alexander supertramp] screaming...
Read MoreI was 17 years young, wanting the take the road west and give the middle finger to my impending collegiate responsibilities.
Read MoreThis summer was everything short of what I imagined.
Read MoreYou’re my sanity, my solace, and my home.
Read MoreOne day is here and the next is gone.
Read MoreThey say several lives have been lost here.
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