Paths, Thoughtful Puppet [red scrolls of magic .txt] 📗

Paths come together and cross, then come together again.
Twirling and twisting some intertwine and become almost one;
others meet only briefly before shooting off to far away corners, never to come together again.
Many, while making their own way, revisit each other over and over until they reach lands unknown.
Some are mere footpaths, lonely but simple; so small that most who journey will move along without becoming aware of their existence.
Some are large and well traveled, mighty thoroughfares as countless solitary steps meld into one.
There are those that stay in the open, meandering through lush green meadows and over tame brooklets.
Others traverse many mountains, where the surface is jagged and rough.
A few paths sink into stagnant marshes and become dreary, dark, and damp.
A path is a life, and who’s to say we cannot choose the path we make our own?

Publication Date: 02-04-2012

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