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 Woke up feeling outside myself and even though it was a walk which got me into this mess I knew walking was the way to get out of it again. It was a gorgeous day, summer taking one last bow, and I felt good enough so long as I was moving. On the ground the mud was drying and in the sky 3 jets conspired unwittingly in symmetry to draw a sign. The rhythm of my feet set me to singing a made-up song in Czech and though I felt somewhat better the "Second Home" cemetery tempted me with its promise of eternal rest. I don't know if it was by design or improvised but even the roads here exhibit a certain charm and grace. Stopping for lunch was almost a mistake as it gave the pain I'd outpaced a chance to catch up and nothing makes a headache worse than thinking about it does. On the move again I left the hangover on the table with the tip and the sun, roads, fresh air, and fields were once again my friends. |
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