Night Magic

This morning, while I was slurping a cup of joe at the kitchen window, a childhood friend appeared at the top of the driveway. Jane in black leggings and I in bedhead, we caught eyes. She began to run in place and then surged in my direction like a spring bunny. Her cheeks were roses. She wrapped me in a vein-popping squeeze, gleaming with her runner's high. She wore...

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