Friday, August 7, 2009
Ten-Thousand Steps
Ten-thousand steps behind me, ten-thousand in front. Just a day’s march, tis a day’s march, tis a day’s march Of this walk I find my presence; each step taken with purpose, some with intent. A purpose that echoes all my sentiments, my rages, my desires, my faults, my endless pursuits, my yearning......
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