The depression across the concrete path to my apartment is a worry,
when it rains.
I look at the stagnant water and sometimes take minutes to figure out my final move.
Should I walk through the puddle and let my slippers and feet get wet, or
should I jump over it?
Jumping over the stagnant water has been the most popular choice.
Much like bypassing a silly thought or a not so silly desire,
which seemed hard to be fulfilled.
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