There is a song for everything. Long ago we sang our world into being. Words came to our lips unbidden - we knew the songs for all of creation. We have all but forgotten how to sing. Songs still exist but now go unheard. Yet parts of us remember. There is a song for distance - and in some subtle fashion our steps know this as true. Running is an ancient song remembered. We run to sing once more.
Peace,
Eric
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