the Infinite Monkey speaks: on walking in Chile
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I discovered I was supposed to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with them at lights, walk with them along sidewalks, each of us falling into the other’s pace. We crossed the streets together, passed strange men cleaning the sidewalks or watering the flowers, until we had to finally break away and go our separate ways. Without looking at each other or saying a word, we became temporary walking partners.
It was like a secret code. If I was walking alone, and they were walking alone, we were to walk together.
– operarose
from:
Learning to walk at a Chilean pace
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steadily skipping stones 