Our feet
walk the path
Kicking up
the dust.
The sun has
gone
Low mists
nudge the land
And the
ragged edge of the horizon softens.
Everything
looks different in darkness
But your
eyes adjust.
In the
night, without warning
We arrive at
the point
When the roads
and the signs disappear.
There is a
moment before we decide,
Whether to
look back
Or continue
straight ahead.
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