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10/13/23 at 12:17AM
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Life Stories - Memories
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When I was a runner,
I liked facing into the wind,
on the outward leg,
coming home wind at my back.
An easier line,
with less effort, as the
wind pushed you along,
warmer and easier to run.
Those were the days.
I would run mile after mile,
an effortless time, feeling
I could run forever.
