Run for Clarity Dried cornstalk fields on my right Rows of scotch pine to my left, the sky ablaze with pink and red. Room to breathe— no longer trapped with indecision or worry. I keep running the country roads— no hurry. What could be around the bend? A white-tail deer, a red fox, or maybe another runner, like me, seeking mental clarity.
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Run for Clarity