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Disoriented faces timelapse by as I trudge my way to school. The old women over there carrying a Fairway bag Her grandchildren are visiting her for the weekend. The women  attempting to refrain a smile Her boyfriend is going to propose tonight. The young man carrying a briefcase and rapidly walking He is on his way to his first day at work. The little boy carrying a backpack that is larger than himself His mom packed him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. A million faces timelapse by. I wonder what my story looks like to the grandma, the women, the boy, the man.
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
A Walk to School
Disoriented faces timelapse by as I trudge my way to school. The old women over there carrying a Fairway bag Her grandchildren are visiting her for the weekend. The women  attempting to refrain a smile Her boyfriend is going to propose tonight. The young man carrying a briefcase and rapidly walking He is on his way to his first day at work. The little boy carrying a backpack that is larger than himself His mom packed him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. A million faces timelapse by. I wonder what my story looks like to the grandma, the women, the boy, the man.
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
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