The Walkers are striding towards each other. Their copper-filled smiles are glistening. They are not in any hurry. Everything on their path has been elegantly predetermined. Everything around them is governed by them and moves within their dimension. Those know-it-alls would whirl past you frantically pointing their horns at you, and would not stop even for a chat. Though you have not chosen a good place for it either – a crossroads. Take a seat. Wait until they run out of wind. Sooner or later it shall happen. That shall be the moment of the Stop in the Journey. Then the haughty Walkers shall appear before you as humble weight clocks, patiently waiting for you to wind them up.
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