The old, red bicycle leaning against the side of the house reminded me of my childhood, when I would ride for hours without a care in the world, the wind in my hair and the sun on my face.
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Nature does not rush, yet everything is accomplished.
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The taste of a childhood snack brings time to a soft stop, sweet and nostalgic, transporting me back to afternoons spent on the porch.
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