… really wanted to be one on this last little stretch.
First, the post office glass door, that is cracked… but there’s a big blue round sticker over the center of it, and then other big blue and red and green and yellow round stickers all over the door. They serve as patches, you see, holding it together and taking brokenness and making it bright and cheerful and making the brokenness the center of the cheer. Only it’s not broken, really, just cracked.
Then the couple coming towards me… each with canes? No, each with one crutch but not exactly using them… I dunno… then the guy at Freedom station asking if there was mystery in my life.
Got my 25 miles that way. Time to have that beer and go to bed. It’s ridiculously Friday.

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