I couldn't hear my footsteps this morning when I walked to Sansbury's to buy some groceries. I could hear the woman's in front of me. I could hear the students' as they rushed to a lecture or tutorial or to the Bodliean Library. They all mixed together in a clattering clicking rain like rhythm. Mine were quietly adding a low back beat. They weren't too loud or out of time. Just right.
It's nice to know the street accepts your footsteps.
I made it for breakfast this morning. Bacon and Egg Tuesday. Thank goodness. I'll have to go to that Friend's Meeting on Thursday.
I think me and Rawls are starting to get used to each other. Thank goodness.
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