[spectrum between the shrubs]
the air changed. the cold came and my ears burned the streets were alive with all the passers by none of them knew none of them know i kept pedaling. the sun on it's last legs about to be eaten by the west. i kept pedaling it was different slow she said slow so i went slow it was hard to not let the wind pick up my feet to not blow my sails. today i opened the trunk and i actually looked inside. i am surrounded by beautiful people.
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