I'm thinking, "Run, Forrest, run, as I read this."

My legs carried me over the narrow Minnesota farm roads that led to and from the haunted hippie farmhouse where I grew up. Over ice, through rainstorms, battling snow and hail, and against the brutal and constant wind that swept across the flat fields.
My Life Was Changed by a Mysterious Health Issue
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I'm thinking, "Run, Forrest, run, as I read this."
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Written by Bebe Nicholson
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