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Cracking Woods
(serialized fiction) My watch had just chirped marking thirty minutes into my run, so it must have been about half past six in the morning. A gust of wind shoved its way through the wooded ravine. The trees responded in a wave. A roar of a hundred million rustling leaves built in crescendo puncutated by
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Single Track Somebody
Sunday Runday. Still locked into my solo routine from an abundance of pandemic lockdown caution, I veered from my planned course yesterday. I left the house thinking of a simple suburban streets run, my typical get-er-done route. Instead, I turned ninety-degrees at the trail access, and trotted into the river valley to tackle a stretch