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55 Miles From Yesterday, Jane Schapiro, biking, poetry

Carrying our packed bikes over the rocky shore of Seaside, Oregon, Ellen and I dipped our rear wheels in the Pacific. Eleven weeks and 3500 miles later we arrived at Crescent Beach, Florida where we dipped our front wheels in the Atlantic. In between, we crossed the Rockies, pedaled into the Texas Panhandle’s cold winds, and faced both the warmth and bigotry of the Deep South. 

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