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Friday, March 27, 2009
A road East...
There was an endlessness about this road that I could not ignore. It heads East. Does it go over the mountains? Would it take me to my other home? Then I noticed the sign. It silently screamed "STOP". I thought, "okay, I'll stay where I am roosting ~ be a nomad here ~ for now".