Well rounded

Rubbered souls colliding on grave led roads, breath in short demanding bursts, another dash through miring streets replete with welcome sweating, aching this morning I greet.
In a world fast foods driven, a slow process begins too regain this body within. Six are the miles in a week thus far pounded, tomorrow two more and a new life is well rounded. WAM

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