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early morning running story

Humidity hangs. Pushing against it, each step lands with a soft squish.   Lost in fog of thought, Cruising on familiar streets Garmin keeping track.   Windows lighting up, Papers on stoops; early bus— Coffee scents hover.   Pink and

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Haikus on the run

I love to run with people but I also treasure solitary runs.  Sometimes, during the latter, my mind drifts and I try to think of haikus.  Since I’m an amateur, I take a few liberties with the form.  These are some

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