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destinies untold

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The path is there, somewhere.

Or so they tell me.

I suspect it is a gentle lie to strengthen my belief.

Sometimes it works.

Sometimes I can trust that there is a path set out for me to find.

Obscured in thorn-laced wildflowers and twisting vines.

Hazardous to navigate.

Sometimes.

I believe in the lampposts more than I believe in the path.

Because I can see them in the dark.

 

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

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