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run for your life – or skate

yesterday, with no one to help me battle the BMX's at the bowl, I went for a run instead -exploring the rail road tracks and some sketchy dirt roads along the Halifax peninsula's north end - aka Africville. running for 45 minutes will sure as hell make any shred of self pity dissipate like a bong hit cloud.
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