There is being and tugging at it, non-being.
I'm being.
Oiled by autumns, polished by running.
Gleaming.
Run, the body sings; run on, the mind quietens, then quivers; futther on, mind-body merge ... you blossom.
Run, the body sings; run on, the mind quietens, then quivers; futther on, mind-body merge ... you blossom.
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