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Writing exercise to describe a random object each day. |
| Spinning, spinning wheels zip beneath my feet, longing to speed ahead while my feet desire only to be firmly planted on the ground, in perfect harmony with good ol' gravity. The longing for comfort clashes with the desire to take flight, and I soon find my feet rolling and picking up speed with every moment. The laces are as tight as possible, but the large padded shoes are still loose enough to wobble to and fro as they make their way down the paved path. Never failing, refusing to do anything but move ahead and on, my roller blades. |