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Apr 2023
there is a certain liberation to be enjoyed
no rule following
going through a point that impresses the senses
freedom of speed
reaching the horizon before dawn
no longer per hour
measuring in the second
ecstasy of movement
with no destination
ending too soon
but living in the moment
j a connor
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j a connor
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