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~Joanna ...
~Joanna ...
It is a race. One where legs pump hard to keep the speed. Faster, faster... she would like to hear the wind flying pass her ears, feel the coolness of the earth's breath on her face and that burn she feel in her legs as she continues to push. Then, there is the trip. The one where her feet suddenly could not coordinate...
Whatever happened, happened for a reason. Granted we may not know all the reasons there is. Perhaps we were being selective with that we want to hear; like the autistic boy whom I teach that would respond to a colleague next to me when she says, "Goodbye!" but pretends not to hear when I say, "Come here for a while." (this is in...
