Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Thursday, July 11, 2019

7.11

I can feel all my muscles. I decided to ride my bike, and I went out for an hour. A simple hour, surely, wouldn't kill me, right? And yet, here I am. Aching my way to bed so I can feel like I'm dying until I have to go to work.

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