Are you looking at me?

Can you hear me?

Have you any idea, perhaps you don't know I'm near, or even here?

I'm listening to music as you move out of sight, whistling obliviously and turning the corner at the last house in a row of contented terraces houses.

You know what? I'm going the other way towards the open fields, which I guess will not be green for much longer. but it's the right, yes the right way.

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