I stagger and sway after swaying and weaving. Bent double, gasping past my mouthguard. My chest burns with incandescent discipline and my cracked wrists have to hold me upright. Grains of calcium lace my bones in lunatic cycles.
I raise my chin and spew salt and sweat of dissatisfaction into the rafters. A mist tinged with pink and stinking of pride is my halo.
I hear the familiar hum of hope in female frequency. Singular and profound.
My eyes close and the world comes into focus for a nanosecond.
Hello again, little frog.
I've missed you.
11:50 p.m. - 2014-08-16
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