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| hsg |
frequenting_the_scenes cycling_hills smoothly paved meant to be a treat. accelerating the moment, umm, i rise and fall. the pressure in my tires, the weight on my arms and seat, the back of the neck tightens and loosens from the force of my helmet. the rhythm calls the attention. the road is a distorted sign wave. i pause_and_play the mp3 to entrain with my art. the trance_music oscillates 160 bpm the heart 160bpm breathing 60 breaths_per_minute the road 15 hills per min. |
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