I will need a bicycle and a neon light o'er my head
And perhaps darkness sprawled on my horizon
So that with the idea in my mind
And the tyres to crunch on my path
I will ride into the future
For a prompt by Magpie Tales
We are at this moment, fellow pilgrim, treading on the boulders of this hill upon weathered rocks and rotting roots to smell a whiff of nature’s scent or to spot footprints on molten lava.
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