A Bookworm Takes a Bike Ride
I went on a country bike ride this evening. It was the Magic Hour, so of course there was splendor to be seen: Walls of willows. A gazebo. Tree-lined streets. A quaint log cabin gloriously out of place next to a modern house, in front of which three goats grazed. Somewhere along the way, I had a thought that made me grin… and I’ve an inkling you’ll agree with it. The thought? There is taking a bike ride… and then there...
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