I held something soft and yellow in my hand, played with it, and pressed it flat.
A line formed and people walk along it, slowly.
When the steady line wavers, they hurry, hesitate, stubbornly hold out, or turn away to take a rest.
Walking along a line that changes by the second, like unpredictable weather, we see each other, all walking at our own pace. Tomorrow will be a sunny day.
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