and the world is still the world
even when the ugliness is upon you
and despair and cynicism
fill you
recall the beauty
walk away from fear or crushing of the heart
whether you face the wind
or walk into it
the wind is still the wind
and the railway still carries trains
if you despise the smoke
from traffic
walk away from the city
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