Dreams and Spokes

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