Tag Archives: Bicycle

The Ride

I will ride, ride, ride til I reach the edge of the flat, flat earth. As I ride my mind wanders and meanders and I ponder My travels and my meanings and the thoughts that hide Behind the trees and … Continue reading

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The Moment Left in the Cold

She knows it’s cold. The snow is falling and the wind is blowing. She is bundled head to toe in good winter gear. Except for her hands. Her hands are bare. They must be bare. She needs her electrically-charged hands … Continue reading

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