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Apr 2014
In atlanta without a car
I am the definition of wayfarer
My feet is my vehicle
Takes me where i need to go

Free
I have no boundaries
Don't feel sorry for me
Walking in rainy days rejuvenates my body

On hot summer nights the sweat that rolls down my face sting my eyes when I blink but I get to watch the clear skies as I walk by and that's nice

Surprisingly there's something about being outside in nature that gets to me
Even if that nature is mixed in with high rise buildings
shopping centers
and a plethora of restaurants filled with people having lunch or dinner

Without a car I can see more
Grab excitement and adventure in a different way

Maybe one day I'll put my license to use as more then just an I.D
But as for today

It's just me and my feet.
Moved to Atlanta one year ago, my VW didn't make it, I had to leave her in Jersey. For some reason I enjoy no longer having wheels.
Dorothy
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Dorothy  Atlanta
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