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  Trail Running  
 

Chilly earth, crushed apart,
Like a sack of crisp coffee beans.

 

Steely spikes tear sodded skin.
Sable soil
Damp aroma
Billows
Permeats the airy mist,
of transluecent early dawn.

  Husky packs,
tread speckled paths,
challenging the summit.
   
   
   
       
       
       
       
 
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