The man felt like he had been walking through forests and deserts for decades. Given the choice he would have gladly ridden a horse with no name or even one with something silly.
It would have been easier on his feet, but given there was no horse, car, magic carpet or bicycle he simply walked,
He figured sooner or later he would find the woman and they would have a long overdue conversation about the future and possibilities.
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