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I Walk Alone
The metal cleats dig into the asphalt, grinding against it with a bright metallic sound that changes tone when I step on the painted white line of the road. River water still seeps from my boots with each step. Like when I was a kid at the pool, leaving wet footprints along the concrete deck, I’m now leaving boot prints along this road… so maybe I’m not entirely alone. Earlier upriver, I paused at a movement. Startled, I froze to gather more information before reacting. Somet

Mike Sexton
Sep 9, 20253 min read
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