Day 30 – A Busted Knee to Freedom

The puddle of cold water was calling my name. Mushy mud underneath awaited my arrival. I made my boisterous entrance with a full throttle of gasoline. 

The water splashed and I was free…until I crashed. 

Oh well. It was worth it. A busted knee, but I was free. 

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