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Bike Writer # 45 – It’s Mind Over What Matters

We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves. – Buddha

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Bike Writer # 44 – The Paddler

With every stroke, with every ounce of me, I move forward. Pulling myself through the wake of life. Today, I cross a pond. Tomorrow…I challenge the ocean. – Ash

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Bike Writer # 43 – It’s Not About Always Being the Best, It’s About Always Being You!

Use what talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best. – Henry van Dyke

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Story Jots # 1 – Soon…

In the bowels of those human cages, he promised soon he would have his revenge. A promise that has kept him alive all this time. A promise he made ten years ago to his fiance on that dark and rainy night when her life was taken from him. By his hand.

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Far From Home

I walk this earth an alienno place here for a castawaysurrounded all the timestill alone My blood, it’s not like yoursit repelsit taintsit makes things you love disappear

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Bike Writer # 42 – Enjoy the Sandbox of Nature…it’s Free!

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. – Margaret Atwood 

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A Shade of Ash # 6 – Why does the happiest day of my life keep breaking my heart?

I tried again today as I have tried so many times since the last heartstring that bound us severed. For a split-second, I got to hear your voice. For a split-second, I thought you would listen to mine. It was the longest pause yet…trust me, I know. So, Ashton, I guess it’s another “Happy Birthday” […]

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Journal Entry # 183 – You’re Stronger Than You Think

Pray not for a lighter load, but for stronger shoulders. – Augustine of Hippo

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Bike Writer # 41 – For a Spell, For a Flower

Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Journal Entry # 182 – Embrace the Space

Explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space. – Edward Abbey

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