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I’m having fun with no rhyme or reason. I’m just chilling in the sunny season. I’m keeping pace where wild flowers grow. I want to go fast when I need to go slow. But I’m running swiftly to fill my desire, until a rock causes my momentum to expire. I’m instantly frustrated, but I don’t dwell long. Within my power I choose to carry on. The trail continues where it seems to end. I journey further and I find some friends. Where the the rushing stream pauses, I take the plunge. Frigid water freezes my lungs. I too, find reason to pause, and I bask in the sun. The world stands still and I wonder why I run.
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Jul 2, 2023
Jul 2, 2023 at 10:22 AM UTC
I Just Gotta Run
I’m having fun with no rhyme or reason. I’m just chilling in the sunny season. I’m keeping pace where wild flowers grow. I want to go fast when I need to go slow. But I’m running swiftly to fill my desire, until a rock causes my momentum to expire. I’m instantly frustrated, but I don’t dwell long. Within my power I choose to carry on. The trail continues where it seems to end. I journey further and I find some friends. Where the the rushing stream pauses, I take the plunge. Frigid water freezes my lungs. I too, find reason to pause, and I bask in the sun. The world stands still and I wonder why I run.
Reflection on a trail run down to the mouth of the stream where it rushes to meet the river.
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Jul 2, 2023
Jul 2, 2023 at 10:22 AM UTC
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