Each morning I take steps from my home to my station in an unequal arrangement of movements, each never composed exactly like the other, some wide, some long, some short, some wrong. I may never hear it, but the composition created, the tune, from each step must be extremely interesting to the little things around us that constantly watch and guide us at day or night as we pass by and through our shared places, which is an ocean of tidal space that roils subtlety in silence.
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