Walking at a brisk pace near the old supermarket, I again saw their tags and their distinctive style, it was memorable from the first time. The guys were working at night, apparently, very fast. Besides the usual graffiti on the walls, they were doing another fun thing; they were turning every object, a rock in the park, a barrier in the parking lot, a garbage can, a power pole, into a living object; it was eyes, noses, hairstyles, hands and feet. It brought a smile to face. But time was rushing me. With a brisk gait... the wall with its characteristic outlines was leaving my field of vision and moving away. I ran on my own doing jumping over puddles, leaving something new in my mind. It was early spring, the smell of rain again, the clouds thickening.

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