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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
A man sets forth on his own journey as newly fallen snow drifts eerily around spreading in waves over a rugged land unmarked by trail or track. In slanted radiance, the pale noonday sun breaks through greying skies, splashing through white winter's silence and for a brief moment he senses a breath of spring from afar, a memory of green leaves touches him. As he ponders his choices and direction, squinting in the landscape's brightness, the wind whispers in the hood of his parka; a voice which penetrates to his soul: “Your life is much like stepping forth through these drifting snows. Tread carefully on their unsigned paths lest ye lose yourself in this labyrinth or lest some less experienced ones seek to follow in your bold steps, for as you know the shelter of the trees leaves a trail: anyone fool enough to may well follow your first steps etched on the edge of the forest. These may sadly come to grief, or meet with death. Remember that not even in this great wilderness is a man an island unto himself... You are still your brother’s keeper out here alone on these wind-swept ridges.” |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
WindWalker Good write, enjoyed the read. |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
Nicely written with a great meaning which is easy to follow to the end. Nice. wayne If nothing is something |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
good meaning here well done |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Very nice words Dave |
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