All Post - Claudia Dorey

I was walking home through Hyde Park , I had planned to take a bus but kept walking to the next stop. I was already a little tired, aware of the weight in my legs, aware that it would have been easier to stop, to wait, to shorten the journey. And yet, something in me would say not yet. . My body has this quiet intelligence. It moves before I understand why. It continues when it knows there is something for me to discover. It chooses without asking for permission. So I listene

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