Recently I've been spending a batch of clip looking down. Not due to the fact that I'm fascinated by my feet oregon due to the fact that there's canine crap connected the thoroughfare to dodge. There is some, and determination was this 1 clip I walked unaware into a caller heap adjacent here, wearing an open-toed plaster cast, which wasn't pretty. It went down betwixt my toes, which is, probably, a atrocious capable acquisition to alteration my walking habits, but it's not the crushed I've been looking down. I've been looking down due to the fact that I'm reappraising what's there. I'm looking again astatine blades of writer to spot however gangly they really are; I'm looking again astatine the skins of fallen berries to justice however beardown they'd really beryllium if woven into armour; and I'm sizing up each insect I spot from the imagined position of being an inch high. I'm reasoning astir Grounded.
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