I just recalled the 5 years that I lived in LA without a car. It took forever to get anywhere, but on the other hand, your thoughts would unravel all across the city like the yarn you would unroll to find your way home through the woods. You never got it back, but that was ok, because our thoughts are truly children who grow up and leave the nest and only come back to pat you on the head on holidays. I suddenly miss the hours of rolling my thoughts out.
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