Thursday, February 15, 2007
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I walk and the hours pass. I get tired of shade and walk in the sun, then I find shade again. I find strange shops, strange places to eat, strange houses made out of wood that look really old, but aren't. I sit in different places. Benches, stoops, stones, a sandwich store and I direct my thoughts at everything that passes through my eyes. Bricks, leafless ivy, people, lots of walking people.
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When are you going to have enough to post on metafilter? :/
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