I'm going to try experimenting with posting excerpts or vignettes here and see how that goes.
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Across Lake Union, her unbuttoned cardigan blowing in the
breeze as she pushed the pedals so she had thin brown wings propelling her as
she rode. Light and nimble, it wasn’t hard to imagine her as a mythical winged
being. She hovered at intersections every so often, waiting for me to slog up
hills which minutes ago she’d effortlessly summitted, not breaking a sweat. In
between panting I appreciated the view of the towers of downtown Seattle as the
sun sank. We were high above, parellel to I-5 on a skinny bike trail I hadn’t
known existed. A blonde man thoughtfully dressed in dark denim and button-down
shirt paused to snap a picture on the sidewalk.
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