The Anthology
When I run… I go to a place in my mind… A place where the sun…
When I run… I go to a place in my mind… A place where the sun is always shining… A place where the tilt of my head allows me to feel strength and warmth of the sun against my skin. I feel things that I have never felt in this place… My spirit is touched in places that It has…
A members’ writing from The Anthology — this is an honest preview. Read the full piece on The Book of Unger.
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