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once again ive subject myself to the caress of Nature

its intriguing to note how life seems to work; we never know how much we miss someting until we lose it.
i'm beginning to miss leaning in on the curves, feeling the lactic in my legs or simply just bursting out of the blocks. its now just another memory.

Of course, the greatest confluence of all is that which makes up the human memory, the individual human memory. My own is the treasure most dearly regarded by me in my life and in my work as a writer. Here time also i subject to confluence. The memory is a living thing - it, too, is in transit. But during its moment, all that is remembered joins and lives - the old and the young, the past and the present, the living and the dead. - Eudora Welty

and i've let something i treasured slip through my fingers