The ocean breeze sifts through her hair as she glides, staring at the setting sun. She watches the clouds and their visual sensations. They are fire with dark smoke, yet, motionless, like a candle behind a window. From behind, the summit stares with her each mile, crying tears of snow into the rivers that flow toward the sun, as another season nears to fade. Another mile, the sun dyes colors of purple and reds into the skies and glistens from wave to wave. The water seems to burn as hot coals from the light of sun. Each breath of fresh sea air adds just a bit of life to each fluid stride. Birds hover and soar in peace above. Their wings seem to wave with the ocean. An entire image breathes. A second of time, graced by Earth and health, is a memory. Every second collectively is an unforgettable run. What only makes it better is taking her human out with her.

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