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The little wooden bridge extending over our neighborhood lake is under construction. My morning run was either about to be extended, which I didn't have the physical capacity for, or shortened with retraced steps (which is decidedly no fun at all). Happily, I was on no particular schedule, so I chose to walk the the longer route. Seredipitously, this provided a lovely view to savor instead of huff and puff through.


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