He went carrying questions.
‘Ahead’ the path whispered.
Ahead...
Eyes on the prize...
Eyes on the prize.
Theirs.
Mine.
Friday night confetti...
Slow. Steady..
Slow.
Steady.
Nothing to see here.
Everything to see here.
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He went carrying questions.
‘Ahead’ the path whispered.
Eyes on the prize.
Theirs.
Mine.
Slow.
Steady.
Nothing to see here.
Everything to see here.
