You can’t break away from it.
That thirst–that insatiable wretched beautiful thirst–it calls to you like a siren.
Drinking in a Desert
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Head in Hands
Numb. Numb and crushed. With a dash of accepted complacency.
A mere twenty miles around the lake on the trail was the seemingly pointless goal of the day. But fifteen in, I suddenly found myself at a crossroads: Continue reading
