I want to tell you what it feels like to stand defiant and small against the wind.
And what it feels like to do too many things and then to stop and awkwardly catch breath but not quite enough so you still feel sort of tight and without.
It's not like in the movies. But then you all know that already.
I want to tell you about the day all the words became cliches.
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baby steps approaching brevity.
