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Journeys

Through dark tunnels in metal tin cans; slipping on ice and stomping through mud and slush; underneath the cover of darkness and in the unyielding sight of harsh winter sun–

I have traveled. I have searched. I keep on this journey – my life, my desire, my will, my grief and loss – I soldier on, back bent and soul weary, heart weakened and my courage failing–

I stay on. I carry on. I do not surrender. I do not know how anymore. For if I stop, then what was the point of the start?

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