Dreams and Spokes

The wind howled through the spokes of the ancient bike, whispering stories of a bygone era. Each spoke was a strand, weaving together dreams of journeys taken and explorations yet to come. The rider rested against the handlebars, their gaze fixed on the horizon, where the sun kissed the sky in hues
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