It is a day like most days, honest and unfascinating, but only to those who lived it.
But to the few that were here, even the light shifting of gravel beneath our feet brougt a smile to our hearts.
While the sun shone down, we hid. While the cool wind, we shut our eyes. While the People passed by, we we walked on.
Such a fine day, though meaningless to many, was good enough for me.
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