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Month: March 2021

McCormac, Darwin, and cerebrospinal fluid

Since taking a job walking for a living, I have come to understand in even greater nuance the beauties of being outside. I deliver the mail, and that’s a good enough job in itself. It’s a hard job, extremely physical. Rigors increase with changes in weather. Seventeen miles of mail on a sunny day when the temperature is 65 degrees becomes a different beast when it’s raining, 99 or 9 or -9, cloudy, and snowy.

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