Slow, Slow Tread

Most who live within the many cities that are this single City are unaware of the stance — the timeworn and slow, slow dance — of the Bridges. Small and brief and moving at most along their single-most blindered configuration and orientation. Moving back and forth in a straight line along a small and well-worn daily track. Brushing up far more often than they would ever like to know against others who travel more widely, as it were, but still nowhere near widely enough to truly know; likely traveling these wider byways without consciously knowing how, or even that they do. None ever at all aware of the greater City clustered close and expanding ever around them. All patiently measured by the slow tread of the Bridges along the edges of the River.

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