i dig into my skin
like an eagle catching
its prey. out comes the
pain, stored for hundreds
of years, pouring like
fresh rain over a rock,
carrying everything away,
leaving a calmness that
won’t last forever, but i
will make the most of
while it does last
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The Autistic FellRunner
I am a 52 year old male with a late diagnosis of Asperger's Syndrome. I enjoy writing in all forms about people and life. I enjoy running over the moors where my mind can be free from the stresses of everyday life. I am currently studying for a PhD in autism and aging. I hope you enjoy my writing and please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for taking the time to visit my site.
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