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the things I notice when I get to take a walk alone.



-The rusted nails in the bark of trees, barely visible as the tree expanded around it.
- The pothole covers and the idea that some artist/designer created it
- The front porches and the conversations I hope take place there.
- Hearing birds and being able to take a minute to try to figure out where they are and what kind of       bird they may be.
- The way that people decorate their cars, their houses, and especially their backyards- their havens.
- The trash that people choose to throw out windows.
-The marks the skateboarders leave behind. I also like to find places that I think would be excellent    skating spots.
- Handprints mid way down on the fronts of all windows of businesses on main street.
-The alleyways
-The train track that goes through town
-The second stories of houses and businesses
-I always go to an antique store

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