i push the covers off and dig through my bag for running shorts and a sports bra . good day my brother , how are you today . did that rule stem from the same fear ? my father placed june in my arms , and then dug with his hands through leaves and brush until he pulled a length of thick rope from it . the bulk of the stores however were fish : dried fish , salted fish , fish , fish , fish . she had the distinct ability to make me feel things i 'd never felt before . 