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Red, green
I suddenly realised I was waiting for the red traffic light, instead of accelerating like all my nervous contemporaries
I realised for the nth time the strong calm of the bike.
When it’s green I pass like all of them
When it’s red I will stop with joy simply because I can do surplace, it’s really fun.
The movement of steadiness. You become a dynamic photography.
And around they keep shaking
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