The soles of her feet prod lightly against the pavement as she picks up her pace, sweat glistens from her forehead, her neck and her chest and her hair unravels itself slowly from her hairtie. The wind is strong and in her favour, the sun keeps her radiating in all her glory. Paths weave ahead of her, houses blur past. The speed of light approaches her, envelopes her, becomes her.
Until next time.
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