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| Most mornings, my wife and I arrive at a nearby track just before dawn, while the moon still in the sky. |
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| Most mornings, the fog is still hugging the ground. |
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| And most mornings; the sun appears, clears the fog and ushers in the heat of the day. |
Navigating through this retirement thing. Sharing my life, thoughts, struggles; and moments in between.
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