I have taken up the habit of walking a prescribed path along the edges of the yard. This walking is different from the other kinds of walking I do - the brisk striding to the highway and back that increases my heart rate and makes me feel I'm doing at least a little something toward maintaining my good health; the slow and purposeless ambling through the woods, looking for nothing in particular but hoping to stumble upon something astonishing. This walking, this perimeter walking, is not slow or fast.
Kathy Bradley: Of dogs and rosaries and fishing line


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