It can sneak up on you, like a little flabby love handle around your waist, or a lengthening forehead as your hair retreats.
One day you find yourself…
Fat knobbies crunch the sun-baked gravel to the rhythm of my gasps for air, the beat set by my elevated heart-rate that I can feel pounding in my temples…
Booming thunder rolled down from the mountains as if the Sisters were waging a battle with kettle drums, the unsettling sound echoing off endless ridges.
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