Being (T)here

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I like to walk a visit to a place,
acquaint my feet and legs with its terrain,
inhale its air, examine every face,
and let its ambience itself explain.
I don’t care overmuch about the food
and I don’t want to board a guided tour,
but let me through my legs absorb the mood –
impress me through my soles as I explore –
and I will meet the spirit of the site,
penetrate a little mystery,
feel the rhythm of its day and night,
sense the pulsing of its history.
I’ll take away pedestrian success
perambulating into happiness.

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