Every once in a while — well, really, every day — I read Twitter (for instance) to catch up on my old friends, and someone is writing about bike-riding, and suddenly I can feel it so much . . . I will never ride a bike again.
So many things.
Well. Then I pass on, thinking of something else. You can’t dwell on it. But you can’t make peace with it, either. (At least, I’ve never learned.) So think of something else.
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