Upon the many trails and roads we find ourselves throughout life, some are clearly marked.
Others less so.
Many we travel alone, footpaths rarely visited by others.
Some appear to go nowhere at all.
Light and shadow dapple many of the journeys we face, the signposts declaring joy and sorrow, pain and pleasure.
Yet one thing remains constant: No one can or will travel the same routes we take. We own our journeys as much as we own our actions.
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