So I ran, and this time my clothes stayed on and I was not looking back. I had escaped again, with no destination in mind. Occasionally I would venture into the odd restaurant and ask for a cup of water. I played in the dirt, and was envious of the ants, whose version of heaven seemed so much bigger than mine could ever be in comparison. I ran through traffic and attempted to enlighten strangers with a simple hello. I even placed and bathed my hands in the water of a restaurant toilet bowl, for faith had me convinced that such an act of letting go would be the way to finding holy water.
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