Friday, March 5, 2004
Denver in the rear view mirror.
Even though I felt like I was going to die, my mind kept on racing. As I drove home from the hospital, coughing and wheezing and completely miserable, I caught a glimpse of the tiny blue harbor lights on my left. I sped down the freeway, rolling down the window to take in the sea air. I breathed in,...
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