15 May, 2002

A ten-minute writing Part 1
I like to walk alone, I can concentrate on looking around, to watch the scene,
And people walking busily; to hear the bird's singing, car's horn, and strike the brake suddenly;
I went to a bookstore, to see what I want to see, to read what I want to read,
Nobody knows me, and nobody bothers me. Just me, myself, to enjoy the time.

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