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I couldn’t stop smiling as I zipped down quiet alleys and around the residential area. Wind ruffled my hair and I felt like I was fifteen again, cruising on my bike on a warm summer morning.

I Rode an Electric Bike
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Robin James

Deborah Barchi
Deborah Barchi

Written by Deborah Barchi

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Deborah Barchi has recently retired from her career as a librarian and now has time to read, explore nature, and write poetry and essays.

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