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Escape
Escape I don’t think this rushed market ever knows vacation. Even vehicles walk through that crowd. Flowers at a low cost are buy-able at noon, but you should be early to buy fresh flowers. The busiest crowd differs based on their purpose for being there. What could be the reason for that wheelchair driver? He was quite busy pushing himself towards the elope road. but I don’t think he is visible in that place. Is he heading somewhere to do something important? What if not? What if? "Important" always differs for everyone. But that helpless wheel still drags him down. I've been watching him for quite a while now. but it is very difficult, like that wheel chair, to push myself towards him. I am not a big fan of attention. even in this unnoticeable place. But somehow his attempts drag me in there. Finally, we both overcame the struggle for that day. I don’t know about other days. Does he know that it was me? As long as I remember, I flee from there after that. Why….? Maybe I'm afraid that people will notice me. Maybe what if my help is not respected by him? These kinds of questions never go away. But I never felt this much relief either. From anything but escape.
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