A bike ride.

we're a
living for
a
moments  between
the
counting minutes motioned motions walking through
when
moments come we're a
living when movements come we're alive in

the
olive     grove the
almond grove an
almond        tree the
olive            trees on
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the
sticky road the
sun bricky road on
the windy winding winters road.