One beautiful afternoon I put on my radio headset and went for a run through the hills behind our neighborhood. As I passed by houses and fields, I marveled at how the bright sun illumined flowers and accented the landscape, and how the pine trees, scattered high up along a ridge, looked like sentinels silhouetted against an azure sky.
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