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Relaxing Horizon
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Relaxing Horizon

Jul 29, 2016 by

Cool, calm, and relaxed. Listen carefully for the sounds of the light breeze rustling the leaves in the trees and the distant birds chirping to welcome the coming of a beautiful...

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Ready, Set, Go
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Ready, Set, Go

Jul 22, 2016 by

The tension is at its highest right before the sound of the gun, when the runner is in the set position, feet in the blocks and ready to spring forward at full speed. The adrenaline pumps through her body. She is ready to run. The Olympics comes to Rio in less than a month. Despite all the problems in Brazil–everything from politics to the...

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Old Wagon
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Old Wagon

Jul 17, 2016 by

Adventures in the Old West. Hearkening back to the days when the pioneers would ride covered wagons along the Oregon Trail, in hopes of a better life on the...

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Music of Joy
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Music of Joy

Jul 9, 2016 by

Joy is music. Music is joy. That’s the beat, man. Thus the fantasy is re-born anew, much like the phoenix that rises from the ashes in a cacophony of sound and...

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Running Shoes on the Beach
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Running Shoes on the Beach

Jul 2, 2016 by

It’s always better to run barefoot in the sand. Well, unless there are a lot of sharp shells lying around. Or poisonous snakes that have washed up during El Niño. Then it’s better to keep your shoes...

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Exploration
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Exploration

Jun 30, 2016 by

I’ve always loved the romanticism of exploration. Although I know it would have been a difficult time period, I sometimes wish I had been living in exploration’s golden age of the 1500s-1600s. It would have been something to head off in a ship to sail the ocean and find new, uncharted lands. I think I would have made a great explorer. I’d love to...

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Ride My Green Bicycle
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Ride My Green Bicycle

Jun 22, 2016 by

Seeing a young girl riding a green bicycle through the streets of Boston reminded me of an old and obscure Queen song called, Bicycle Race. The lyrics go like this: Bicycle bicycle bicycle I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my bike I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride it...

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