I am a monk. My legs are tired. As I notice, I like it. I walk along the streets. I get a moment. A moment to myself and the smell of fresh bread. It drizzles over the salty air. Drenching a rain's warning. As I notice this too, a strike of light shadows the darkness. I go along swiftly on two battered legs. They take me past the market. I long for fresh food, but know I have to hurry. Another light beam flashes in the distance. In the end, I walk away...
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