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I walk the same way home every day.
I walk the same way home every day.
The street lamps turn on at dusk.
The street lamps turn on at dusk.
I know every crack on the sidewalk.
I know every crack on the sidewalk.
The old bakery smells of bread.
The old bakery smells of bread.
A gray cat sits by the fence.
A gray cat sits by the fence.
Today was a long day at work.
Today was a long day at work.
My shoulders feel tight and heavy.
My shoulders feel tight and heavy.
But this walk loosens my worry.
But this walk loosens my worry.
Each step brings me closer to home.
Each step brings me closer to home.
The same red door waits for me.
The same red door waits for me.
I do not need a new path.
I do not need a new path.
Familiar things hold a quiet power.
Familiar things hold a quiet power.
The comfort of a familiar route home
by @daniel09