Moments of choice, they come, fleetingly and unexpectedly but certainly. Once, perhaps twice, as have I, you saw your foot set onto that path. A path on which you journey toward a mysterious and unknown outcome. A destiny that, in order to reach, you must travel through valleys and over mountains, through deserts and lands of plenty. One can only consider, by imagination, what provisions one might have upon beginning this journey. What tools and supplies might be carried along or put to use. Is there a map? A clue? A compass?
Rachelle LeCount
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