I couldn't; I can't.
My feet.
But I do this to resist: I stroll every day. I look for something beautiful. I chat with strangers. Today, it was with students waiting for friends to emerge from their comps. Sometimes I hear something beautiful. Today, it was students cheering their friends when they emerged. It was also the All Saints' pipe organ; someone was practicing.
It's a small thing I do, but I do it because it clears my mind.
And because I can.
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