Teddy Dondanville

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The sight and smell of food evoke a nausea in me kin to that of a greenhorn seaman. I drunkenly sway and stumble my way through my day. In and out of sleep. My body is sick.   Days turn into weeks. I watch the food enter me and then feel it leave me. Void of the nutrients that keep my vibrant, I lose my luster. My body is fighting.   Slowly… Read More

I slept amongst the shade Cast by the eucalyptus and caressed by the breeze; Birds they sing to share their message. Dreams come and go rapidly Too fast to cast my judgment; I latch on and then let it go.  Reluctantly I awaken at the foot of Huascaran Smaller than when I began but prouder than when I came; Body refreshed and mind reset I roll over for more.