Like falling in love

Somewhere in me there is the push of my bike pedals, the rush of wind fighting against my layered body, my face set in blank unhearing unseeing red apathy. My bike extends my identity, gives me wheels and speed and wind that whooshes by each morning and night. I feel quirky, green, and free.

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