Reflections of A Solivagant

By luigi_pagano
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Love addle-pated. My poor
Love addle-pated. My poor pate, so often addled. I like wandering by myself too. I think it's a little like walking around a gallery, I prefer to do that alone too so that I can stop for as long or as little as I want to look at things. I am not often thinking of rhymes though like you. Enjoyed this, Luigi. Rachel x
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You are so right about
You are so right about walking giving inspiration Luigi.
When I walk with my partner we end up talking and missing some of the beauty around us, but when I'm alone it gives me time to think and ponder on life's words and thoughts. Though I have to say I wouldn't go walking alone in a forest now, or down country lanes...to scary on my own. But street walking is fine, going around the neighbourhood where I live gives me pleasure.
Some food for thought in this poem Luigi.
Jenny. xx
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