Saturday, it’s quiet time alongside a bridge.
Sunday, however, is a different story. There must be something right behind me, eh? Something about to catch me, perhaps?
What might it be?
You tell me. I simply don’t have time to turn around and look.
It might get me if I slow down.
It might get me, and then there’d be no picture for Day 177.
(For the record: almost halfway there.)
(On another note, I expect to head books are shipping to me any day now!)
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