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Última publicación dom, jun 5, 2016

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Walking is normal. Everyone does it to make their way around, to make the day, to make the day go faster. Walking is like a second nature, a simple movement, almost mechanical, powered and controlled by many bones. But....people not walking, being pushed, pulled, sitting in chairs with wheels that twist, turn, navigate around sometimes only by another person was not normal....at least, not to people. Blue, brown, hazel, grey, black, dark brown, dark blue, dark green, green, might be a normal thing to see on people. Especially in their eyes, look, looking, view, viewing, see, seeing was what got you around. No matter if you were walking, sitting, ran, running, jog, jogging. But.....it's not normal for people to not see....at least, not to you. Sometimes you'll see something you never saw before, like people with forever clenched jaws or purple eyes or twisted limbs and you think to yourself....'that's irregular'.....'that's not normal.'

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