Running. Oh that wind that makes red my face. It fills my lungs like the icy waters of north seas. My legs drum a steady beat on the ground to match my heart. The scenery of my life moves by as if on a filmstrip. If I could, I would never stop. When I run, I can feel the world around me. It's like I'm one with the earth and it's glory. Running, it clears my scrambled mind, when my home is too much to take.
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