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11.EIGHTEEN.16

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We race the sun.

Hurry.

Up the road, onto the trail.

Climb.

Turn westward.

Pause.

November, Siskiyou sunset.

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One thought on “11.EIGHTEEN.16

  1. Such a soft glow in the sky. The air will be crisp and cool for racing that sun.

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