PHOTO CREDIT: UW-Whitewater/Craig Schreiner
Trapped.
That’s what it felt like.
All eyes were focused on me, and the unnerving feeling that accompanies…
My mind’s calendar flips through memories like a Vegas blackjack dealer shuffling two decks when I’m on my bike. The years slip by like miles in the middle of…
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