The star-studded night boasted a nearly full moon as I stood out on my front porch thinking of my niece Jenni.
She was out there somewhere in the thick of the night winding her way through the wooded trails of the Oil Creek 100 mile race.
Jenni, an ultra runner, had started the race at 5a.m. that Saturday and had till 1p.m. on Sunday to finish.
As I poked my head out into the night that evening, I was glad for the moon, knowing that it helped light her way...
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