The brilliant blue of a cloudless sky. The suns warmth, seeping into bones that in their slumber seemed old and fused, unlocks their youth. Rejuvenated, the rider surges forward, the dust sheet billowing in his wake, floating and falling, discarded at the roadside. It is not a beginning, but rather a rebeginning, the next turn in a continuing cycle.
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