There’s no signs on this road I chose to travel.
A path without directions.
A path without dead-ends.
Many ways to turn, many miles ahead.
Over and over new land reveals itself.
I touch it and it touches me. Vividly.
Intrigued by this endless road, I’ll continue to wonder.
Through the eyes of a child, holding a map for the very first time.
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