Fresh cement

I stepped on fresh cement. It was an accident but it reminded me of explorers setting foot on virgin lands, forever leaving a mark in soil and story, not a mere “I was here” mark but rather an “I was here first” mark. There was no conspiracy, however, to it. No question as to the authenticity of the landing. I simply stepped on fresh cement.

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