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Wandering

   It is a sunny afternoon in Tulsa.
   I go out to wander the mostly deserted streets.
   I cross the street and pass one of many Mexican restaurants. On the opposite corner is a theater with its New Year's Eve advertisement still on the marquee.
   I walk away from the theatre and stop to look in the window of a violin shop with four bass violins on display and a bicycle leaning against the counter.  Through the next window I can see a instruments in pieces on the luthier's table.
   Along the next block I find two coffeeshops I have never noticed before.
   I turn the corner and discover a glass blowing school also with a bicycle visible through the window.  I wonder about these bicyles.  Does anyone ride them? I have seen fewer cyclists than pedestrians in Tulsa.
   As I walk past the green, I see a homeless man asleep on a bench.  He looks young and I wonder how he came to be in Tulsa and where he will sleep tonight.
   Despite my indirect route, I have a destination in mind - a park with a labyrinth that I discovered by looking at Google maps. There is noone else in the park when I arrive.  I stand in the sun for a moment and then follow the labyrinth in and out.
   On my way home I pass an interior design studio with a bicycle on display in the window.

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