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When I was fifteen years old, on a muggy May Wednesday in Pittsburgh, I learned about the blood-brain barrier.
Before, through prematurely-peeled scabs and too-loose molars and over-chewed hang-nails of third grade, I had come to know my sloshing erythrocytes and leukocytes and pulsating plasma as… 673 more words
My toenails are soggy in my vernal-mud-encrusted Mizuno trail runners. My feet are planted upon blades of dew-spritzed weeds on a slope that is covered in frolicking labradoodles and plymouth rock hens and a giggling toddler on a trike. 717 more words