In August I walked a lot. I walked and walked. To the store. To campus. To the bar. I walked just for the sake of it, and for transportation, and out of listlessness. For exercise. For meditation. To get to know my new neighborhood or because the distance was too short for biking. Or because biking was too fast.
I walked my bike to Jacob's to use his bikestand and his expertise, but walking means stopping in those strange places you drove past, or rode past, and wondered about.
I ate exactly one, delicious local cantaloupe (why didn't I get more of those?).
And I dropped the deer when hammering the nail in for her spot on the wall.
She has a few new scars, but mostly she looks alright again.
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