Two friends, 365 days.
why doesn’t every airport do this?!
my life is cardboard
lines
going . . . going . . . still not gone.
moments of calm
deep breath
a result of being realistic, though just barely so
icing my foot (sometimes training hard means you get hurt)
it has begun!
mini market (west side constitutional)
rethinking decisions made while pregnant
i took so many photos i loved this day; this is not one of them.
fresh garlic
queued up
asking for a busted zipper.
wee chair
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