Inevitably, during my walks at the end of the evening, I come across bicycles that I only notice at the last second: no lights, neither front nor rear, sometimes a semblance of a reflector, and often the cyclists wear clothes dark. One day, a few good friends will set up a white bicycle, in full view, where another life has been taken. As a bonus, we can go see the cyclist at the funeral home, for once, yes, clearly visible too.
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