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#bikerides
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.
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
Early Mornings