Walk to the River

Tonight, instead of briskly walking a short loop, we meandered. I ate the air — so thick and hot — and howled ever so gently at the moon, happy. We ran across the highway to the river, magic in every nerve and fiber and muscle of my matter. And for just a few minutes, I felt the fullness of my freedom.  

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