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...and there stands the shadow that has seen so much. How many suns have set on the tears still not yet dry. A journey of a thousand roads each one traveled twice. Oh how way leads onto way, the stops along the way. Winter comes too early, stopping the summer in its tracks. The wind blows in some memories, slowly brushing past my face. The places I have been to and seen, what do they say to me now? Can the road  keep going? Is there a place for me still? Should the sunset be blue? Does the heart pack-up and leave or go on with the show

.....The circle continues

.This wondrous thing called life