There are cracks in the road. It's going to rain again. You fought, and the anger is still clenching in your chest. The loniness hurts. The path is steep. But it is not all despair. You find love, somewhere sleeping warm and dark, and by some miracle you grab its wild mane and coax it from the cave to ride again. Even with the rough and jagged road. Even with the rain.
- storypeople -
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...stay the course is often good advice.
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