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It is kind of poetic the way foot steps in the mud are frozen in time.

Like a time lapse of people on their daily routines

One person on their way to work

Another maybe going to eat

Some to meet up with old friends

Maybe some of them are lost...

Or wandering..

Layer after layer of foot steps in the ground 

Thawed with the warmth of the sun

Then frozen in time as the temperature drops

Shaping the ground 

Into some kind of time capsule

With the precision of their path  

The directness of each step.

Where are you going?