The Horse is Me
Yesterday, I felt a twitch in my leg, and the rest of the afternoon was a wash.
Let me rewind a little bit.
Last year at exactly this time, I was trapped on the floor of a cabin in the New Hampshire woods, unable to crawl to the bathroom, intermittently chugging a warm carton of shelf-stable soy milk because it was the only sustenance I could reach. I w…
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