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roads
My running route in Hong Kong. There are roads— paths I know by heart. Up and down and up and down, I run. End to start. There are paths— friends I pound apart. Fast and slow and fast and slow, we go,...
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Forgive me, my friends, for my absence. The week charges on, and I’m worried! I’ve freelance to do, and there’s work to be done, so though my heart’s here I am hurried! …Filed under: current events,...
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