It was lonely for an hour or so until upon leaving the national express coachline some man, more recently arrived than I, stopped me.
“Where are we?” he asked helplessly.
I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
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