It opened up a bit more and not squeezing thru the window I could ride thru the doorway, into the Spring. Montezuma Road isn't clear above Peru Creek. Nice enough to do my thing and still get back to town in time. Always thinking about time, one way or another it grabs me and won't let go. Listen to the clock becomes more the crux, the body follows the clock, maybe I should get a watch.
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