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Running down streets that are
poorly lit, trees cast long deep
shadows, the pavement stretches
underneath you and its in the
back of your mind you could
easily fall as you leave the closing
darkness behind you. Maybe you
run faster when you can’t see where you’ re
going. Soaked cold. My chest full of pain,
and I could hear the sound of my breath
as I run in the darkness. Is this what it is
like to be truly alone? Just me and the
world. The sky seemed more infinite
at night than during the day.
Like a cool stream
running
overhead.