Chapter SEVEN
January 27 2020
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January 27 2020
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After streets and boulevards, I arrive at a fork in the bike path that leads into a forest. Despite being paved, it’s little used. Reality shifts as my imagination spins a narrative; I am the lone protagonist whose destination is not entirely clear.
Behind me, out of view, the derailleur takes on a presence, following my movement.
I pick up the pace, yet I simply cannot shake my fictitious pursuer.
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