"Wherever you go, there you are."
-attrib. to Grandmaster Cliche
There's something profound to be said about identity observing the self, but I'm going for a walk instead.
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it's what i had for breakfast this morning
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So I take it that the snow is no longer so deep that one is prohibited from walking in it?
It's certainly not armpit deep now, but I walked along the road anyway.
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