Longing

I wish I could go for a walk.

Technically I could, go for a hobble to the end of the road. But that’s not what I want, I want to go on a long walk. Through the beautiful greenery stretching out in front of me. I want to go for a long walk, like I used to.

Instead I’m here staring mournfully out through the window, remembering, longing, wishing I could be there instead of here.

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