Walking down the path,
again.
Thinking about the repetition,
again.
Looking at the sky,
again.
Feeling my eyes water,
again.
Breathing the fresh air,
again.
Judging the distance between me and space,
again.
Thinking of light and of shadows,
again.
Yet, with every repetition there is a difference,
the cycle becomes more polished with constant passing.
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