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Stone 18

The mangled bike crouches on a cement island in the middle of the intersection, its crumpled tires chained in perpetuity to a lightpost.

Spraypainted white how many years ago, itís now the color of greyish chalk, speckled with the grime of a city street.

A solid spectre, waiting for the ghost of the cyclist who never finished their commute.

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