The Running Lady.

The biggest smile of my week just came today, in the form of a woman running through my neighborhood. She is eighty years old if she’s a day. Running. I smiled and waved like she was a parade float as she crested the top of a hill. She has wispy, white cotton candy hair, thick glasses, and neon orange sneakers. She smiled, waved back, and kept running.

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