8.11.2013 Journal Prompt
August 11, 2013: He liked his stories.
8.10.2013 Journal Prompt
August 10, 2013: She had a job.
8.9.2013 Journal Prompt
August 9, 2013: They could watch from here.
8.2.2013 Journal Prompt
August 2, 2013: Someone should’ve been watching.
8.3.2013 Journal Prompt
August 3, 2013: We could always find them there.
8.1.2013 Journal Prompt
August 1, 2013: They never spoke.
7.30.2013 Journal Prompt
July 30, 2013: It looked like praying.
7.29.2013 Journal Prompt
July 29, 2013: She was done with it.
7.28.2013 Journal Prompt
July 28, 2013: He came out of nowhere.
Florence at My Feet
For years, running was my way of getting to know a place I was visiting, my way of feeling at home in strange territory, of building a routine to ease my sense of displacement. This worked whether I was on a weekend trip, or if I had the opportunity to stay somewhere long enough to […]