The sign, appropriately, alerted that the road ended there. The Whisper gently prodded, “What road?” I turned to the left towards a pond. Squishy soft quicksand like mud sure to forever claim another shoe from my foot. There a feather lay…..
Sometimes when I walk it is simply to walk. Sometimes when I walk it is to savor. Sometimes when I walk it is to escape. Sometimes when I walk it is to release. Sometimes when I walk it is to ponder. Sometimes when I…..
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