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Some Roots Never Touch the Ground
Beads of rain and sweat roll down my face as I stand by my bike, parked along a road gutter in Katipunan. I’m looking at the fallen petals of bougainvillea on the sidewalk. It’s true—flowers remind us why rain is necessary, just as they remind us of...
i ran 26k to remember how to walk slowly
Ho Chi Minh — 6 kilometers left. My lungs were tight, my legs barely moving. I'm catching my breath. No medic waiting, no one clapping, not even a finish line in sight. Each step slower than the last, each thought louder than my heartbeat. Really I'm not sure if I'm still running or...
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