Just got back from a ride around Prospect Park,
then down that long straight bike path along Prospect Park West from Grand Army Plaza to 15th Street,
then up and down the side streets between 8th Avenue and Prospect Park West till I worked my way back to Grand Army Plaza,
then zig-zagging down the avenues and streets back to my apartment building.
Bike riding sober is a new experience for me. It's still beautiful. I don't have as many flashbacks or streaks of emotion moving through me. The air seems both louder and more quiet.
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Reach out.
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