The World Outside

I can feel the wind on my skin, the cooler air blowing along. I feel the slightly damp ground, seeping through my jeans, and making my legs cool. And I feel the tingle and whishing uncertainty of many people around, the sensation of them walking past, the feel of the other. I may not see them, but I know they are there.

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