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I always thought there’d be an end to the road you know the feeling you get when you run a stick along a fence as you walk beside it and it suddenly ends because you were too entranced by the sound and motion and maybe more essential things such as the sensations perceived as you are doing it but there’s no end to the road sometimes only an extended pause somewhere you pick up another stick as you move on with certainty doing the same magical tricks to delve deeper into what you think you need as you are doing it until you come to the actual end of the road the road that has been you all along and now you truly don’t know which way to turn standing there nothing in hand no magical stick to keep doing tricks with and the extended pause seemingly turns into eternity if you ever come that far with no traces to turn back no post signs to guide your way you will see you are more than the road you are the entire map valleys and peaks beautiful scenery highlighted by seasons of change and fear loses its meaning when you proceed with the holy gift your manifestation truly is ~•~ a beautiful milieu  

Art Heike K