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      <title>Freedom</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt=&#34;you bring out the biker in me&#34; loading=&#34;lazy&#34; src=&#34;https://archive.rustgeek.me/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/you-bring-out-the-biker-in-me.jpg&#34;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Freedom, for The Sunday Muse &lt;a href=&#34;http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2019/05/sunday-muse-56.html&#34;&gt;Prompt #56&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;\&lt;em&gt;\&lt;/em&gt;\*
It hovers in the distance
in the space where the edge
of consciousness meets the taste
of remembering. Where air meets skin,
and the sound of living is squeezed
into a high pitched wail
and then regains length, and afterwards
dies as they recede into the distance.
Each bump on the road,
is like a firm word tossed
into the wind, each jar
as like a current shared
between melded parts.
From the distance joy,
delirious in its appearance calls
but here in the lull before the storm
lies a fleeting pleasure, a moment of peace
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