I walk through the snow pushing a stroller filled with pre-schooler, library books and a birthday cake.
I walk the dog on a day when wind brings tears to my eyes that freeze on my eyelashes.
I walk long and hard, my heart pumping.
My legs are strong and muscular.
My face glows with exertion.
I am fit and healthy.
When I walk, I am not a cancer patient.
2 comments:
Then you walk every moment you can, girl. Besides, you are SO much more than a cancer patient!
That sounds lovely! Hope to take a walk with you sometime. :-)
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