Paths.
Tracks everywhere.
Paths made of thorns and mud.
One path, one man.
No one before, no one after will pass through it.
One path, one man.
That's the price.
Where to?
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Comments1
A trail blazer of sorts and so brave-very descriptive-and I enjoyed that…
Thank you Parisab
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