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January 4, 2020January 4, 2020

Walking Cycle #011

the slow woosh of carson thin curbs, we walk abreast talking of little nothings,on our way to the store this

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December 28, 2019

Walking Cycle #010

No time to walk. Sprint away. RUN!Enemies have got you outgunned.So run. Falling snow,Don’t think, just let go.Transporters glow. Be

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December 27, 2019December 28, 2019

Walking Cycle #009

bare feet cold toes curl quick lunging stepscarpeted boards creak the bathroom beckons

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December 26, 2019

Walking Cycle #008

rattle and creakbones upon bonesrattle and creak counties disappear under bony feetrattle and creak bones upon boneswhistle old songstell stories

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December 26, 2019

Walking Cycle #007

Streetlights…Flood the planetIn soft fluorescent light.Lighting my way, after a nightaway. Lost track of time today. My apologies.Wonderful holidays to

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December 24, 2019

Walking Cycle #006

We depart at seven as always,I pack the altimeter and a change of clothes.Mr. Fogg is careful with praise;A gentleman

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December 23, 2019December 23, 2019

Walking Cycle #005

the rotting autumn leavesmurmur underfoot night walk, throughold woods and wet paths to nowhere in particular Because of some sort

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December 6, 2019

Walking Cycle #004

harsh bright light,engines burning hot enemies on the radarmy metal body shakes as I sprint across the moon Inspired by

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November 29, 2019

Walking Cycle #003

I hold my grandmother’s handas we stroll through the gate trees sway around usthe smell of leaves and earth bodies

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November 22, 2019December 6, 2019

Walking Cycle #002

the wind picks upsnow falls around us a shiver takes hold,the city whispers you wait as I listen Inspired by

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