I ride bicycle early in the morning. I peddle until I'm tired or until I'm bored but by then I'm far from home...St Rose or Kenner.I stop and stand with the frame between my legs. I stop and watch the cars going by on the windy road beneath me with all the souls and the lives I'll never touch and stories I won't know. The way that riding your
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