Walk about and look at trees and birds, I forgot how much I started improving in a garden.

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Walk about and look at trees and birds, I forgot how much I started improving in a garden.
A misanthropist's heaven: my heart sheltered by my perseverance not to allow anyone to walk in.
I should have known he'd want to walk.
Walk around the city, make a habit to feel humanity.
Aimlessly walk the winter street on a coldwind night in Edinburgh.