Ali stayed up late, tears dried on her cheeks, sitting cross-legged in her underwear on her bed. The room was dark except from the glow of her empty computer screen, slowly filling with words that meant something. Words the held[…]
Archive: July 2014
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For six months I climbed easy shit. Nine of my fingers cursed me with disappointment, and shed their layers of hard built callus in resentment. But that other one finger, finally healed. After months of rest. Hours of deep tissue[…]
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