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| Photo courtesy of Sharena Williams Photography |
I fear not the winding road, for my senses are tuned to the hazards which may appear. It is the long stretch before me, devoid of variation, lulling in its quietness, which fills me with trepidation. For as I am soothed into this feeling of peace and solitude, I know I will be unprepared for that which lies just beyond my gaze. Will it be a deer, a fox, a raccoon which causes me to crash into the obstacles to either side? I fear it will be the monster of my own creation which will plunge me from my path, perhaps to leave me wandering, directionless, for the remainder of my days.
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