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There are some streets that go in to come out on the other side. There are some which have no ending and they seem to go on and on and also, there are some which only flood out with no one entering their realm.
Streets are fascinating. They build cities, towns and villages. They take us to places, they bring us back to our homes. But the street once walked can not be made devoid of our steps again. We may or may not tread upon its path again but that one time when we do, our presence gets sewn to its life, like that of so many others everytime.
This week, I would like you to consider these streets and write a haiku or tanka or both, based on their simplistic intricacy.
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