I rest my forehead gently upon the brick face, breath in a moment making note how stale the air tastes. These cracks in the pavement mirror the maps born into my hands when I trace them It brings forward the face of vivid memories, retracing steps while standing still, as all at once, I realize I’m not stuck, regaining balance avoid the fall, dug my fingers through the grout and slowly start to climb the wall
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