Practicing opening lines . . .
The WalkerThe day is humid now, and the leaf-filtered light is green on the woodland path. I have been walking a long time, but I don't know how long. I do not recall beginning this walk. I recall becoming aware of myself walking.Naked go I. I know that I am naked. I know what clothes are. Have I ever worn clothes? I do not know. How can I know so much and know so little? . . .
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