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FOGGY RIDERS

It was a foggy, late fall morning. The sun creating beams of light through the thin veil. I turn to see a woman out for a morning run and heard men talking. Where were those voices coming from? Was she listening to talk radio? Couldn’t be, who carries speaker when they run? Then emerging form the fog came a small peloton of riders chatting away as if they were hanging around drinking coffee.

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