The Walk

In the afternoon, I went for a walk. At the normal turn around and go home place, I decided to keep going. Soon it was night. I wasn’t tired. So I kept walking.

One day past. Then another. I was on a non-stop roll. I drank from streams, ate from grass stalks, once I ate a pear off a tree.

I figured out a way to sleep while walking and not run into trees or out into the middle of the street.

Soon I reached the tip of Florida. I couldn’t go any further. I wanted to, but what could I do.

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