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    The man ran along the winding path through trees quilted in color. He breathed in the fall air tinged with cold and listened as the wind lifted the uncut field next to him. His feet rhythmically pounded that trail and his breathing synced with every footfall.




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    Published on 17 Nov 2018 at 09:20AM



















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