Paths of Desire

I took a break from the work day to walk with the healing angel to Dunkin Donuts--she had an errand there. We walked on the trail. I was amused to see that although New England Central Rail would like to prohibit people from using a particular natural crossing, people have gone right ahead and continued to cross, as both the snowmobile treads and the cut-through in the mound of snow indicate:



Do not thwart our paths of desire!

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There was dance music playing in the Dunkin Donuts. I would like to turn twenty-one on certain weekend evenings and go dancing. I would wear extravagant makeup and cute clothes and flirt with everyone and not mind about making a fool of myself on the dance floor--I would just enjoy the music.