walk a mile
when sleep won’t come
when winter is only rain
and wet leaves
and only taxis are left
on the streets.
find a hill
and climb it
tell the stories
of your past
to cobblestones
wait for echoes
as a sign of friendship
sit beneath
the largest tree you find
it should have
a lightning scar
and low branches
to rest
beneath
wonder at
the growth of minds
during darkness
the ineptitude
of souls during
sedation
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