Smell the dirt, feel the mountain, taste the wind.
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"Our legs are tight, our feet are flying, and we are gliding over the roll of the land. The sun is up, the air is fresh, the stone is old, and we are free and at peace. The clock has stopped because another time has taken over." C. Bowden
From Rob Murphy on Sun, Jan 20, 2013 at 15:07:28 from 24.10.249.165
Hey. What's up?
From Steve on Tue, Jan 22, 2013 at 20:08:16 from 64.134.165.77
Not much. Just in survival mode. Basically working lots of hours and getting in lame workouts.
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