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After a 4-kilometer run, I feel so great that I'm just on top of the world. Next time, I'll try to run at least 3 kilometers without stopping.
O God of Earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.


G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal