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A memoriam to the greatest runner of our era. |
| Prefontaine A moment fleeting, powerful in stance, forgotten to forevermore, even for the man himself. The man, he runs, runs over all. The moment strong in faith, no faltering spirit. A spirit sublime, a power ethereal. Longer, beyond, left all behind, inclined press on. Moments gather, spread out far beyond a starry sky or windswept shore, footprints remain, transient and permanent, something none explains. A moment to run! Run! Run tough, hard, fast, fleet - not for grace or time or place, or for anyone beyond one's tightest neighbor. Run along, now. Run along. |