Lines and chaos, crunch and patterns, the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves fill your nostrils as the tyres of the bicycle set free the fragrance and sounds of a late autumn afternoon. Beautiful dancing light playfully illuminates the long metal spokes of the turning wheel, the patterned yellow tyres contrastingly soft and rubbery to the dry, brown, autumn leaf litter.
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