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The little things

by Notvalid

Im starting to appreciate the little things. They keep me sane. Keep me safe. I have so much to be grateful for, but I realized how much I complain for a grateful person. Staying inside makes it worse. All this week I’ve riden outside for hours on my bike. To appreciate the little things. You’d never guess that I found someone else on one of these rides who, like me, tries to appreciate the little things. So here we are. A couple a crazy kids riding up and down these Oklahoma hills, when a car nearly hits me. Luckily my friend, who notices the little things much better than me, saw the car and ran me into the soft road side grass. Maybe I should notice the little things a little better.
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May 9, 2018
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Believe it or not, this actually happened. I owe a friend my life and I hope I can pay them back.

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