I take long walks. I walk three, five miles, sometimes longer. I walk from my home to the woods through the vast grass fields. I walk on the busy avenues from one city to another. Sometimes I take the lonely alleys. Sometimes I take the small enbankments over the muddy ricefields. Places stare at you, tell you their stories, and seem to pull you closer when your feet take turns over the earth instead of zooming over through it. Back home I would lie on my bed and nurse my aching legs and think of all the things I’ve learned, realized, established, and committed to. Then I’d close my eyes while saying, to no one in particular, that I’ve won my life back that day.

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