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Tortoise and the Hares

Dodging puddles, potholes, sodden leaves, A tortoise shell on my back. Biking amidst autumn morning rush, Breathing builds the heat I lack. Traversing intersections blithely, The hums of hares feel neural. Hot tails fussing...

The Note

April 22, 2020 Cycling Stories 0 Comments

Zavier tightened his helmet's strap and pulled on his cycling gloves. He quickly checked for his keys and wallet then swung his leg over his pride and joy,...

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