When I'm stressed, I head to these stairs and destroy myself running up and down them. They're about half a mile away from my home and they're nuts. I've never counted, but I'd say there's 70 or so. They're easy to fall on because the pitch is steeper than normal household or building stairs. I've done it.
This time of year there's wild flowers everywhere and the stairs smell good. Well, the air around the stairs does. I've yet to sniff the actual stairs.
This is the path leading down to more stairs, for days when things are really fucked. Some people are into hanging themselves, I'm into stairs.
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