I used to cross under this bridge every day. I had my route memorized. And now, I have a new one. Someday, I'll have another one. But today, my route is my own. Actually, I'd like it a lot more if my route wasn't planned. If every day, I woke up with no noise and slept as long as I could. Then I'd get up, make some art and make some eggs. I wish I could find a way to heal houses the same way people get healthier. I'd go up to that house on the hill and put on band aids and give it medicine and make it the kind of place where the hardwood yearns to kiss roller skate wheels.

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