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I love these random stairways dispersed throughout the city. Covered in moss and hidden under trees. They have this odd feel of never really being used as nature attempts to take them back, but yet I see people walking up and down hurrying to get to their destination. A means of transportation ignored.

I wake up to the sound of the rain pounding upon the roof of the house and look out the window to see the rain streaming down and being highlighted under the streetlamp. Things are left drenched, but none of the fun of walking around in the rain as the sun comes up and the rain stops.

It appears that when I get sick that I begin to run low on food.. except for tangerines, so cheap and juicy, and full of vitamin c.
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