volatile camaraderie

Noiembrie 18, 2015

It was still dark. I found the park closed this morning so I run around it, between people an lights. Others were doing the same. I felt for them. Did they feel for me? Discontented we circled the iron fencing the black patch of trunks and leaves. Ten chained gates. Ten minutes of camaraderie.

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