It was about lunchtime, yet my brain didn’t really know what time or day it was. I’d been travelling for over 30 hours and my weary body was pleased to have finally landed. I didn’t know what was waiting for me behind the arrival gates. Would he be there at the front with a bigContinue reading “A year in moments #2 – arriving in New Zealand”
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I run.
I run. I just keep going. One foot, in front of the other. No end in sight, no time to think, nowhere to be. What goes through my mind? I couldn’t tell you. My whole life, and nothing at all. It’s blank, but so full it might burst. Like a conveyor belt, one thing afterContinue reading “I run.”