There is something about a barren road that draws curiosity. Thoughts once easy now become scarce. Play, run, sit. That streat is remembrance to moments of jubilee. Blissful it hugs tight to the pavement. Creating obstacles for every type shoes. Once thriving with tread now seldom not even a foot has trod. Patient it screems for more and beems lights powerful. Illuminated it boast whispers of silent whirls. Never alone yet far from all.
This road leads to fitness. This road leads to health. This road leads to prosperity. This road leads home. This road is clear.
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