…But today, on my bike, all of those scary and heavy questions didn’t seem to make sense anymore. They weren’t scary or heavy anymore. My mind could barely stitch them together, let alone feel any sense of concern or worry over them. Life was just too good. My legs were pumping. I was flying through the city. There were people, there were dogs, there was sunshine, and that’s all that made sense…
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