The Ride Through the Woods
The morning air was cool and gentle, the kind of crispness that carried both the promise of life and the whisper of years gone by. Samuel, now in his late seventies, eased himself onto his etrike, a machine that had become more than just a way to get around—it was his companion. With a slow breath and a quiet smile, he clicked the throttle, and the soft hum of the motor stirred the silence of the woods.
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