Keep your head down. The sparks from your cigarette fly onto the black pavement, and glow before they die. You’re walking quickly, you’re cold. On days like this, any warmth is sucked behind the horizon when the sun sets.You have no agenda, you have no distractions, you’re walking because you started and never stopped. You’re just walking because you can.
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