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The Flâneuse
If the phase "an escape is freedom" didn't pre-exist in literature, I would have wanted to be the one to coin it.
 
Far away or close up. If distances are measured with what you make of them, does it matter what steps you took? Yesterday lay relative tomorrow; today is a unstable moment. I can only be sure of what I feel. Even if I can't hear the sound of the waves, I'm going to continue chasing that escape as long as you don't take away that feeling of the cool breeze on my face.

To stop or continue... When a person is searching their inner world, they often come across a sense of calm from time to time. Please don't take offense to this. My feet are used to exhaustion and I cannot apologize for the words that will spill from my mouth.
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