with the tap-tap-tap down the cement stairs leading up to my house, the feet that guide me open my eyes up to possibilities: ms. edna's christmas lights hanging around the frame of her house on the far side, the clacking of a girl's heels against the pavement, the rustling of leaves on the playground lot.
and the breeze is so still here, yet so present. i wonder how something so insignificant can have such a powerful presence.
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