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Running Feet finds a path into Hackney Marshes’ waterbeds. Ducks eye dogs on leashes, and a solitary man loses his thoughts in the bog. Running Feet moves deeper into the green labyrinth, turning left instead of right, where the River Lea homes itinerant narrowboats and sinking shacks.
A pigeon feather floats through the pale autumn light onto soggy ground. Running Feet is overtaken by chattering feet that know their way out.
Running Feet stops for breath near the exit. The future spreads open like a lotus: tower blocks encroaching the marshes and encircling it, tawny owls grown silent at sunset.
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