Stone walls divide barren, grey Excluded into small sections. Seen from above Excluded looks like a jagged, slate mosaic. Each farmer in Excluded grows a subsistence crop on his own soil and does not try to sell it. No one shares. The sullen Excluded keep to themselves. No one wishes to visit, but many must pass through Excluded on their way to better places. The fishermen of Excluded sail on small ships each casting his own nets. The seas are barren, the land miserly. The best fed in Excluded live near the fruit trees which grow limbs over Excluded, but have roots in other lands. They pick fruits from these trees and bake pies and tarts and nearly feel satisfied.
Relatable — I used this word in my reviews of Depression Hates a Moving Target by Nita Sweeney on Goodreads and Amazon . It's a nice word, but overused of late. So, it feels lazy. What do I mean? I connected with this book. It made me reflect more on my own first marathon experience. It made me want to put on my running shoes and head out the door again. In fact, I did. Now, typically, my mental health doesn't hinder my ability to do the stuff I want to do and my body flies under the radar. Still, I also felt goofy stepping out in my running gear a lot of the time. I didn't see myself as a "runner" or an athlete. And, I had no idea if I could run 13 miles let alone 26.2 when I started. More to the point, could I stay moving for the 4+ hours straight it would take to complete the marathon? To do the training mileage, I knew I'd have to run through streets and trails on my own and that made me nervous, too. Waves of grief wash us to strange shores. Whe...
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