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Tiempos

I keep telling myself that I’m a human being, an imperfect human being who’s not made to look like a doll, and that who I am as a person is more important than whether at that moment I have a nice figure.

The Beauty of Rowing - A poem

Early rise, those eager wake, Crack open the glass upon the lake.

Gracefully gliding, slicing, drifting, The peaceful air suddenly shifting.

A forceful heaving, muscles tense. Breathing quickens. Pain immense.

From beyond the lake they only view Harmonious rhythms through and through.

Flying puddles the only trace As the quiet boat propels it’s pace.

So many will live their lives not knowing The unique beauty that is found in rowing.