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Morning mist, shoes laced, almost too tight.The gate is shut—rust on the lock, vines thick.No sound of...

Day after day, the path calls you back.Sun-kissed skin glowing, sweat shining golden.Muscles tight, strides smooth, power...

Flowers bend as runners sweep past.Some glance in surprise, others smile softly.Their rhythm pulls you deeper down...

You hate jogging, every step a chore.Hidden gate swings open—secret garden revealed.Next to it, a women-only sports...