Three weeks ago, I stumbled upon some flaw in my left knee. I can no longer run.
I subside. With relief I subside. I turn back from the extremity. I return.
I had thought to escape, run wild into space to be cold-hearted and lost forever. But gravity has me, and I go back – not to stay, beached, but to visit that shoal again, again. I am the tide washing in again. I am the orbiter swung back around.
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