In the sweat and grind, the race and beat of running, the thought rose in me that there is more perfectly magnificent.
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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