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If A Walker Is Indeed An Individualist There Is Nowhere He Can't Go At Dawn And Not Many Places He Can't Go At Noon. But Just As It Demeans Life To Live Alongside A Great River You Can No Longer Swim In Or Drink From, To Be Crowded Into Safer Areas And Hours Takes Much Of The Gloss Off Walking - One Sport You Shouldn't Have To Reserve A Time And A Court For.

-Edward Hoagland

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If A Walker Is

Edward Hoagland

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If A Walker Is Indeed An Individualist There Is Nowhere He Can't Go At Dawn And Not Many Places He Can't Go At Noon. But Just As It Demeans Life To Live Alongside A Great River You Can No Longer Swim In Or Drink From, To Be Crowded Into Safer Areas And Hours Takes Much Of The Gloss Off Walking - One Sport You Shouldn't Have To Reserve A Time And A Court For.

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