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Biking Past Memories

To escape the weight of it all, I started riding my bike around the neighborhood, letting the rhythm of the pedals clear my mind. Inevitably, I’d pass by the house Lisa and I once called home, and memories of weekends in the garden or summer barbecues in the yard would resurface. But instead of warmth, they felt like echoes of a dream that belonged to someone else. Still, the fresh air steadied me, offering small pockets of calm in the midst of chaos.

Biking Past Memories