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One foot follows another, the plodding heartbeat upon the pavement. One raindrop anoints my face, falling from where it had collected in the treetops. Step by step my legs carry me onward, surrounded by the wild that so startled me when I first beheld it so near to civilization. The hum of the city is still an undertone to the chatter of birds and the approaching, whispering hint of rushing water.
Like my sacred places in years past, my feet know where they are taking me as surely as my mind ever could. It's a place I go in joy and in sadness, in wonder and in desolation. One short walk from routine into otherworld. If I unfocus my eyes as I walk, I can forget for a time the thousands of people so close to this patch of green.
Like my sacred places in years past, my feet know where they are taking me as surely as my mind ever could. It's a place I go in joy and in sadness, in wonder and in desolation. One short walk from routine into otherworld. If I unfocus my eyes as I walk, I can forget for a time the thousands of people so close to this patch of green.
