A pile of grain to match the pile of chaff.

Races finished. And not.

New continents. And familiar ones.

Entries brimming with exclamation points and joys. And others with ellipses and tears.

Shouting matches. And songs.

Resolve. And retreat.

Stories. And stanzas when a story simply would not suffice.

Minor notes. And major ones.

Published thoughts. And private ones.

And most of all, the trading in of an imaginary horizon for the one in front of me.

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