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Along the Trail

The air is cool and the warmth of the sunset layering over my skin. The smell of hotdogs sprays like a mist in the humid air.

(I’m sorry. You depended on me and relayed on my strength and I failed you.)

the hydraulics to the dump truck need to be changed, I wonder if the messenger on the bike will notice the dump truck [ in time] as he approaches the turn?..

Part of getting along with life is picking up some pieces and molding new ones.


As I cruise down romance highway I feel myself making swurves, as in moving in a lane  like driving.

Nothing against swurves, they are inevitable. It’s the changing of direction that takes focus and practice.