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  • I looked at the two of them and knew that for many years they had walked this way, in step, together. And I wondered what it took for one person to be so in step with another that they didn't have to think about it much.

    I knew that it was unlikely I would ever walk this way and it pained me to admit it to myself, but I'd be as likely to break away and run or skip, gambol like a lamb, or lag so far behind as to get lost, than walk beside another. I have always needed that freedom to move or be still when the mood takes me.

    This synchronicity I would never have. I cherished them all the more for it.
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