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estimated time and mileage; was running up the hill and the sun was looking down at me from the top of the hill with the wind to my back helping push me up it. Staring at the upward-pointed branches of all the trees on the hill, it seemed almost as if they were praising the Sun. Then, as I went down the hill, the wind rushed right into my face and chest as if the God was breathing the Holy Spirit directly into me. As I approached the line of pine trees, I noticed for the first time that the road separated them just as Jesus separated the curtain of the Holy of Holies when he died on the cross. Amazing...