Sauna
post workout
lungs filling with steam
sweat beads springing from my face
splat on cedar boards
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December 8, 1980
When I was six or seven, my stepdad came into my life, and I remember thinking he knew everything. He could befriend anybody, anywhere. In grocery stores, he chatted with strangers over cuts of meat; at gas stations, he bonded with people pumping fuel over how the smell of gasoline was disgusting and yet enjoyable. In restaurants, he took an interest in waiters’ lives—like Steve, whose father was dying of cancer. When Steve’s dad died, my new dad attended the funeral.
By Tina D. LopezExclusive • 2 months ago
Comments (7)
Congratulations! Excellent entry.
Wooohooooo congratulations on your honourable mention! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Mmmm sauna! Congratulations on HM!
Congrats!!!🎊🎈
Congrats 🎉
Love that feeling in the sauna! Congrats on your placement, Tina!
Congratulations, Tina!💖🥂