Uncertain which way to go, I bowed my head and asked to see the path. As my head began to rise my eyes opened and I saw my feet. The whisper returned the gifts of a picture taken by a friend and then the words I read long ago. “Traveler, your footprints are the only road, nothing else. Traveler there is no road; you make your own path as you walk” ~ Antonio Machado.  I moved my foot and the path became clear.

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