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  • There were no great forks
    In the path in the woods
    Just hundreds of small threads, tentative, half-explored,
    Where did or did not venture.
    So, tread by tread,
    We found ourselves
    So far from where we wished to go, so
    Lost alone and afeard
    That finding the way back seemed hopeless
    Yet forging ahead impossible.

    Next life,
    When we embark on forest challenges,
    We’d like well-worn routes, please,
    And clear signs at forks in the road,
    Stating loudly the consequences of chasing one path
    Over the other
    So that loss does not creep up on us,
    Unaware
    Yet deathly efficient.

    I wrote this a couple of weeks ago, but I must have been resonating with you, Rain. I was away, offline, and I missed your latest stories, so this is a late reaction. One thing you are wrong about: you will be missed.
    Good luck on your journey - the last time I saw you, you were incredible...
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