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Random Thoughts on a Walk

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there is the man with the three german shepherds–i pull my own pup away from them, passing the little free library, i see that peter rabbit is keen to be chosen by someone’s tiny curious hands and i think about my own children and how they’ve grown, and how i love them more than i could have ever imagined loving–how watching them fly away and watching them become such good and kind people has been so joyful, but there, a butterfly flits from one stem to another and its soft yellow beauty transfixes me in the moment as i stop to listen to the humming of the bees–juliet pulls on her leash and i see the grey neighborhood cat approaching, so i walk onto the uneven bricks, crossing the street near the bright purple garden, close to where i once photographed a smashed can of orange crush 

photo by Sylvia
photo by Sylvia

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  4. I’ve always enjoyed steam of conscious writing, Sylvia, starting way back when I read Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road.” There’s a freshness to it that is impossible to achieve in any other way. Maybe because it reflects how we think. Or at least how I think. Grin. Fun. –Curt

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    1. I agree Curt. I once read that Jack K had written On the Road on a big scroll of paper and this made perfect sense to me. Even its physical manifestation was a never-ending roll of thoughts. I just finished re-reading Mrs. Dalloway and the stream of consciousness impressed me in a way that I don’t remember it doing so years ago when I read it the first time. I enjoyed it much more now, on this second read, 30 years later. But anyway, yes, sometimes these streaming thoughts can be a breath of fresh air. I think like this all the time, so its a relief in a way, to write like this occasionally. 🙂

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