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A Well Run Life


Jun 20, 2016

There is a picture when I am 16 of my father and I in the identical position while playing basketball in our driveway.

I am playing defense against him but somehow are bodies are mirror images for the moment.

He and I were away this week. In the jungle, while being fitted for helmets in order to zip-line,

I am asked my name.

“Peter.”