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Weymouth, Nova Scotia 2017 |
When I cycle, I feel liberated.
From my sometimes burdensome thoughts.
From my seemingly exaggerated hope.
From my duties to others.
From the chokehold of worry.
From suffocation.
Awakened only to the limitations of my physical body.
It's the only time when panting and breathing deeply are synced.
It's the only time that my legs can quiet my mind.
It's one of the three times I'm assured of Faith.
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