Sometimes, it’s nice to go where nobody knows your name.
I stepped on to the street and into a sea of people. Each
face had a different story to tell. I wondered if any of them were curious
about my story. I walked the streets where no one knew my name and the most
they wanted from me were directions or spare change.
I stepped on to the trail and into the woods. It was growing
dark and began to rain. This trip was intentional. No one would be here in this
type of weather. I’ve walked in worse. It is a small price to pay to be able to
hear nothing but the sound of your own footsteps.
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