A good walk

A good walk can help you sort things out.
A good walk can help you see the world in a new, different, and fresh manner.
A good walk with a close friend cultivates great conversation.
A good walk slows your life down so that you don't count the time by passing periods and chapel credits, but by the fluttering of a leaf following you down the street or the slow procession of three tiny (plane) lights tracing an invisible trajectory in the night sky.
A good walk is a good time to have a conversation... with God... out loud.
A good walk is good exercise.
A good walk is a blessing.

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