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Joy is the sun's glare, hitting the hot air as I reach the end of a dark tunnel.
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
Dyad - 44 -
Joy is the sun's glare, hitting the hot air as I reach the end of a dark tunnel.
16:45 - 03/06/17 State of mind: happiness; nostalgia. Thoughts: from memories - of summer cycling, cruising through the half-mile stretch of tunnel along the local cycle path. Questions: None.
pauljones
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
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