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  • Sometimes, it's during the most unexpected and odd moments you come alive.

    After 40 minutes of running (with huge blisters on both feet from step one), as I was stretching my leg upon the fence of the sun deck; watching the streets of Virginia, viewing the famous landmark of Washington; listening to Whitney Houston singing "I Will Always Love You" (the oddity of the situation); I suddenly felt so alive.


    Being here. Being now. Enjoying the beat of my worked out heart. Stretching my sore muscles. Listening to street sounds. Listening to myself.

    I Will Always Love You. That is the story of my life.

    And when you think about it, that story isn't too bad, not when you think about how much love that will comprise. For you. For me. For life. For moments like that one, up on the roof.

    Then it started raining, and I lived even more.
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