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Feb 2017
5:07 am: a man on a bike was riding exceptionally fast along a dead street. I smiled to myself. Where had he been? where was he going? was he leaving someone? or was he returning? The beauty in the moment is that i'll never know.
I hope he gets to where he needs to go.
Brianna
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Brianna  Australia
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