I plan to hop on this one and lurk occassionally, but I'll only be posting my art and frequently checking
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nine steps When the morning began, all was well. His breakfast was sweet. His dreams were sweeter. The sky was vibrant and the air was clean.nine steps by ~pankurokkubaco
Every day save Sunday, at just that time, he walked under the influence of life's beauty, to work. An office job in the city, a good twenty minute walk from his home - though he'd prefer it that way as it gave him time to people watch.
Due to the lack of rain, people would suppose, he was in particularly high spirits. The truth was that he'd enjoy even the rain. Welcome to the life of a die-hard optimist.
Now, on this particular weekday, often odd things happened. He bore this in the back of his mind, most pati