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Walking slowly

Today again, I felt like this…

The Asifoscope

File:Menschenmassen am Times Square.jpg

Coming from work, people pass me by with hurried steps.

I’m walking slowly.

They want to save time. Don’t want to waste it, ’cause the sofa is waiting.

I am walking slowly. Thinking, singing, whistling, feeling my movements, watching, enjoying. There is no hurry. If I don’t reach that train, it was not mine anyway.

Just watching the flow of my thoughts, I am walking slowly, as people pass me by.

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