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  • The butterflies enjoy biking with me, just ahead of the handlebars, and it is a beautiful thing. They had to fight through that cocoon, you know? You couldn't help because helping them get out of there would damage them. Some of these bridges and roads you have to cross alone.

    I'm talking to deers and gophers and woodpeckers and horses and goats and cows.

    "I'm biking for happiness also.", says the 25-year-old from Hamilton and when we meet at the bottom of a three km stretch that goes downhill it is the most wonderful feeling I've felt in a while because I'm shaking off a lot of things that can't keep up with me at 56ish km/hr.

    Swapping ingredients for lunch. You cannot lighten your food load by eating it because the weight is now in your tummy. But if you share it ... yes, if you share it, the weight is lighter.

    "You can climb any mountain, if you just take the time.", he tells me. About empty boats, how life is the aggregate of moments and that moments can be bad but they are fleeting and so you should not get hung up on them.

    Why am I doing this? Home feels so close and so far at the same time.
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