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SOLITARY RUN ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That morning, I set out for a solitary run noticing the clear blue sky with only a few wispy clouds floating by. The grass stood silent, the multi-colored leaves barely moving, looking as if they had been painted there. A faint touch upon my skin made me wonder, ‘Should a person be able to feel the beating of the birds’ wings?’ Time stopped, stretching endlessly in the quiet stillness. silent, empty space thoughts like seeds begin to sprout. a voiceless whisper births words upon the still air~ creativity takes flight
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