Horseshoes

Your suicide, my story


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From Kelso-Longview to Florence, Oregon we are fellow adventure cyclists. Each day we’re together I discover more about you to love.

In Pacific City, the day after a gruelling climb and soggy night, our simple cyclists’ wishes for a perfect day’s end come true: an espresso bar, a brew pub, a laundromat, a sunset, and a seaside camp site with wild bunnies.

We toast the day and congratulate ourselves for how lucky we are. “Horseshoes up our ass!” you joke.

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