AT Thru-Hiker 2021 | Washington, D.C. | Runner | Sunrise Enthusiast Cock-a-doodle doo! How do you do? My name is Faith and I recently got a chicken inked on my right calf as a nod to William Carlos William's poem, "The Red Wheelbarrow." The whole thing goes like this: So much depends, upon the red wheelbarrow, glazed with rain water, beside the white chickens. It captures the preciousness of ordinary moments, the expansive beauty amongst simple things. Despite the epic-ness of our thru-hiking adventures, we'll be doing a simple thing after all: walking, eating, sleeping, laughing, crying, being - all on the trail. My blog will try to capture the beauty of all of this. Thanks for reading. Buy the ticket, take the ride!
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First, I must preface this post by commending the blogger, vlogger, and every artist in between. To allow the world even a peek of your life through
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