Life is a journey, so they say, but where do I go? No one can number my steps. Where will it lead me? No one can tell. I walked for the hills, life took me to the plains. I encamped on the plains, it brought me by the waters, and showed the other side of the river. It then beacons at the other bank, restless as the openings of the road. As life breaks graves, so does the journey continue, never to cease.
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