#10

No, no more escaping. I had done enough of that, but still it was the thought closest to the surface at that point. I needed to start something, an idea to grasp, something I could follow. Bicycles whizzed around me, but those had and have enough of a market, something needed a helping hand, but it wasn’t catching my eye. Cars went along the bridge, their exhaust gave me something to breathe in, because air is never enough it seemed. I had always been an avid protector of the environment, ‘I could do something with that’ I thought. The look of the polluted shore just reinforced this conviction. Something to do with protecting the environment or stopping pollution was my calling, I was sure about that, but doubt never left my mind, as always.

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