The Original Antidepressant

April 26th, 2015, 6pm

I’m pulled above the canopy by a youthful lust for fear. As I gain footing a small bird stages a balletic landing in the neighbouring pine crown, glancing over at me unimpressed.

10 minutes later we’re back on the trail, In a feathery mood with seemingly uncompromisable mental and physical impetus. Time itself bows in respect, granting a detour if so is favoured.

David Wade and Christine said thanks.

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