Saturday, September 18, 2010

tale as old as time

I commissioned my gymnasts to write their goals but it's time to do the same, Coach/Teacher/Miss. What will you fight for? What will it take?

What do you want? What happens if you don't get it?

I know the latter already: find other ways.


Eight years on seventeens makes some kind of rhythm, a drip of leaves on wet asphalt and the tick tick tick of car signal in the night.

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