Wild vine

Desire. Adventure. Freedom. Wide open air. Smell of pines early in the morning. The rush of the cold air into my lungs. Adrenaline running the body, coffee powering the mind. Rubber sticking like glue. Untouched, forgotten hallows reawakened. The thrust of a quick throttle. Rise of a heart beat. Fog lifting through the tall canopy. Thriving for bottomless gravitational pulls. Speed wrapped in smiles. Flight, as close to it as ever.

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