Dreams and Spokes

The wind blew through the spokes of the weathered bike, whispering tales of a bygone era. Each spoke was a thread, weaving together fantasies of journeys taken and adventures yet to come. The rider leaned against the handlebars, their gaze lost on the horizon, where the sun painted the sky in hues o
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