if you run long enough
the blur becomes
a welcome pattern
if you run fast enough
the air rushes by
too fast to be contained
if you run hard enough
the life you carved
will wear away
if you run away
you’ll only find
you run in circles
run with joy
run with abandon
run from nobody
run to feel the wind
The Word Rummager 
It’s a good day for it in Pennsylvania to run like the wind and become it…
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I love it and could almost feel the wind.
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