2004-12-21 || 1:07 p.m.

|| walk. ||

my favorite part is the walking around, especially when it is somewhere new and there is evidence of weather on the ground. we walked around downtown and there were tiled walls with flecks of gold in them and bright yellow leaves pressed up against windows. in the summer we walked to statues and stood in their shadows to block out the sun. once we walked around at night and got lost from all the walking; there were windows to peek into, lit up like dioramas, and tree smells drifting around and we could hear voices in backyards and insects waking up to sing. that was my favorite night and nothing even happened.

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