Caitlin is Running.
(A track meet, not soccer)
A relay, to be precise.
Her faced is transfixed, aimed at the tiny teammate up ahead.
Caitlin runs first, and holds her own.
The others hold to the pace.
The last runner takes a narrow lead.
We win.
I remember Caitlin running.
Friday, December 6, 2013
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