up and down lanes
along trails, with views a plenty in the summer of drizzle ... a little tanned, on skin not used to light for a while, the long start to hone the tone for a supple life in movement. The time on from the rust and dust of those who forgot us ... my daughter who too is swimming and cycling with the freedom in a movement of life without the complex forgotten needs ... that we both can at long last now have ... at a cost to us beyond words ...
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