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sideshow of the mselves in a strange array to sign my unusual
striving using the pedestrian thoroughfares. Here I am crossing
streets; fire trucks started to blast their sirens directly alongside
of the sidewalk wherever I happened to be; all to make known that
my actions were under intense scrutiny. How could people not
talk, this was not an everyday occurrence. On one occasion, a few
foot-patrol officers aligned the mselves on the path I always tread,
so I simply veered to pursue the path of least resistance.
I felt a compulsive attraction to the small splotches of grass tha t
decorated the sidewalks along the main thoroughfares in
Safrascity. I presume they had once been part of the front yards o f
the residential neighborhoods. I felt empathy towards the people
who had seen the beauty of their residence changed to
accommodate auto traffic as the GivMEs' streets were widened.
Thusly, instead of walking in the normal stream of passersby's I
took to walking along the side of the sidewalk closest to the street,
between the curb and the cute little trees' boxes at the outside o f
the sidewalk; a certain test of good balance, sometimes doing
tightrope style maneuvers balancing myself like a gymnast.
Though this caused a stir of people gawking at me, it was not the
purpose of my acting strangely. I was at liberty to enjoy my
constitutionals and I exerted that right. By speeding up my pace,
walking slowly, stretch my legs to take "giant steps," and flayin g
my arms hands and fingers in every spatial contingency that I
could move the m. Perpetual motion; on the curbs and in and out
between trees around la mpposts or pedestrian manifestations that
imposed themselves upon my direct path. The target of my
energizing happiness is to thrust forth a pulse unto eternity.
Reminds me of my visits in the Shabbat atmosphere in once
upon a time Jerusale m, whereupon I made a ga me of walking
around la mp poles close to th e curb while my children followed
closely behind like ducklings cleave to the path of the ir mother
duck. Making a determined choice to walk in the middle of the
street closed to vehicular traffic in honor of the holy day. By -
waves: if you must have an explanation; the way a person interacts
with his or her environment during their waking days seems to
establish a rhythm in the ir very bones, thoughts of certain sound
waves conditions our musculature to aspire to a specified attitude
of achievement, not to be confused with the particularly of each
of our peculiar gaits. By my daily constitutional nuances, I
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