North Star

A matrix of lines stare back at me–a list of endless possibilities for a day of discovery.
My feet my only transportation; oh glorious liberty: a new city within my grasp.
Should I start North, South, East, or West?

Water! It is my North star, forever tugging me towards the bay.

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