Near the end of my walk I came across an old building on Humboldt Street. The front door was open, and were this a children's story I would have walked in and eaten their food and simply because the people who lived there were actually bears would not have justified my breaking and entering, or my stealing. However, this is not a children's story, and bears don't live in houses. So I simply went up to the front door and captured the sound of it swaying slowly back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Don't you love how those words feel like the movement they describe? I certainly do. I also love cake, which I've really gotten a craving for lately. Damn, I've gotten off track.
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