A memory of a run, something out of place and then comes realization; that memory is happening now! The run occurring this moment is becoming a memory. Storing it away safely in the past it is always there, retainable whenever the soul longs for the quiet whispers of this action. So as you step along, thundering strong or relaxingly rolling, make it count, for once it becomes the moment it has slipped from the possibility of the future to the finality of the past. So make that step a step worth taking.
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