It was a holy night. I ran. My father slept soundly in his bed, somewhere far behind me, and I ran. Elsewhere in the world masses were being performed and stock was being taken of the glories and retreats of life – and it was nothing to me, because I ran. I was naked in the woods. It was a beautiful outrage.
-Joshua Gaylord
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