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Movement of the Mind
Why was I subjecting myself to this again? Expectations gave me blurred vision all the way down the hill. I had decided the bike ride would be the escape distraction I needed to calm my mind. The bikes had been parked through the snow season and the residual black ice on the wooden bridge river crossing. That way remained icy until late after the cold season passed. The crossing was deep in a ravine which seemed to have about 15 minutes of sun a day down there this early in the year. Recently, I had checked the condition carefully, even got out of the truck and walked the bridge.
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