Stories of an ultra runner and adventurer: an obsessive approach to the outdoors by Candice Burt

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Drop the Egg

As I blow dry my hair
I realize that it it is like the flower
that blooms only to brown:
the faces I have,
the clothes I wear,
the food I eat.

When the world is going to end
these things no longer exist.


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