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45 minutes…. 4 laps… Strava is still telling me that my run was harder than my usual efforts….the Mercedes truck is still sat in the layby with curtains closed… birds are flying to and fro over the ploughed fields…. a couple of backpacked agers of the teens cycle past, I guess towards a food processing dystopia…. Beechwood waits in its lockdown state… I sit here with the door open in the Stark sun and gentle breeze with Canadian sounds in my headphones… I strain my eyes in search of X…. the dopamine is subsiding… 12.27….a gull de mere proceeds towards the factorious dereliction
