Run Beside MeIt wasn’t the trails he wanted me to know, framed by the tall pine trees or the paths bordered by a majestic sea.
It wasn’t the early mornings and the beauty of that rising sun, or the silvery moon watching over a back road run.
It wasn’t the trails that he wanted me to know, but rather someone to run and walk besides, see what he saw, feel what he did, share what he loved, to run beside me.
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