a mottled light blue dusky brown unclear image of Nadine in motion. Her wheels replicated and vibrating. Her hair blowing in the breeze.

My wheels, gliding me

through wherever I need to be,

uneven roads, uphill, rough streets,

moving-me-keeping-me-moving.

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