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Wanderer, why are your feet broken? Have they lost their will? What of all the distant lands yet traveled, ambled towards? Are their soles growing dim, forgetting the quest, regretting the rest, seeking a peace, or gathering relief? They, the betrayers, led you into the dark... long ago they conspired: the left against the right, the two against the one, the one against the many. Are they lost? Are you found? Ambushed, then discovered, a worn sandal, the soul survivor of pilgrimages unknown.
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
the long walk home
Wanderer, why are your feet broken? Have they lost their will? What of all the distant lands yet traveled, ambled towards? Are their soles growing dim, forgetting the quest, regretting the rest, seeking a peace, or gathering relief? They, the betrayers, led you into the dark... long ago they conspired: the left against the right, the two against the one, the one against the many. Are they lost? Are you found? Ambushed, then discovered, a worn sandal, the soul survivor of pilgrimages unknown.
derek-yohn
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
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