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Starting Over
It is always like this:
a path in the woods,
a clearing, the view
of a mountain peak,
the wash of waves on
a sheltered shore. Blue
reflected on rock, sky,
water. Starting over
isn't like that.
Expectation
is.
The path to the
future blazes a red,
orange clay on a
steady incline of
challenge. The path
is never rocky, nor
shrouded in dense
foliage. It is in
blind obedience to
this mythic place,
that we carry on.
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