People of the Path
But for every person I know there are hundreds more anonymous fellow travelers. Dog walkers and young mothers with jogging strollers. Long-distance striders who carry water bottles on their belt, like gunslingers. They are short or tall, plump or lean, fast or slow.
Some folks don't look up or acknowledge contact; they're lost in thought. Others catch my eye from far away, wave and smile.
But in one way we are all the same. We are people of the path.
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