“The Road goes ever on and on
down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
and I must follow, if I can,
pursuing it with eager feet,
until it joins some larger way
where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.”
– J.R.R. Tolkien
We are unfinished. We are a work in progress.
I know what I know. I feel what I feel.
We are what we are. You show what you will.
The ghosts linger.
I will not fight them.
Whither now?
I Think You Earthlings Are Crazy 
Beautiful! Love Tolkien
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His words usually have great power
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Indeed, we are works in progress. Continuing on the journey, hopefully enjoying the sites 🙂
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Ah but that’s the challenge isn’t it August?
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Sure is 🙂
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The Innocent #1
There, at the rock, the innocent stands waiting
for what she’s not sure, but she knows the
man she once dreamed of could not be out
fishing until two in the morning, nor could her
busy parents be lured away from the fields by
the promise of money, nor her dreams fulfilled
in the rice paddy, nor will some Batman, half
hero, half millionaire show up, nor will wearing
a yellow, pleated mini-skirt and pumps attract
the type of guy she wants to spend the rest of her
life with. She doesn’t see a salamander popping
its head up above a fallen leaf. She hears the owl
call his hunting call instead. Fog dampens night.
She can’t explain why she knows this is the place
she is meant to wait. She can’t relax or even sit
without the pain of growth spurts ruining her
yearning. No hikers present themselves, no slow
moving conversations, so she marches back down
to her lonely room, sits reading by a new lamp,
listens to her parents snoring, fully aware of time.
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