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The trike is back from the near dead, risen from the fires of fury. Riding it is to roam in a sea of solitude. Nothing else can exist and righteously so. At this moment as I type this the vicious cycles fill the air reminding one of both the wind in ones hair and the rain in ones face... A true compliment
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Well said!
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