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After the initial minute,
my legs relax,
my breath steadies,
and I fall into a rhythm.
My feet tap the pavement,
a small breeze tickles the trees,
and the world becomes my soundtrack.
(Previously:
Day 21
)
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May 22, 2009
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Day 22: The usual 2
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