She loved to run more than anything.
On her regular route along the river with her friend she would sometimes open up and leave her behind, sprinting until it felt like her heart would turn into that of a hummingbird’s, a buzzing in her ears.
On a day when the geese took flight from the water as one, she began to chase, keeping pace briefly before they soared away in a cacophony of honking.
The other walkers on the riverside watched as the woman with the lead in her hand laughed at the chocolate brown dog who loved to run.
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