Sunday, January 3, 2021

Yearning for the zone

On my mind.  Wishing my cold bare foot were tucked up into some wheel-y boots and carrying my old fat ass around in circles on a slick wood floor.  I’m craving it.  I no longer care what color the skates are.  Just let me fly. 
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