It is a very curious thing to stand at the crossroads and watch people come and go. To wonder if you are standing still. Like a guide in the forest or those poor bastards at the information counter who have to tell people where to go to find the next information booth. It's like following breadcrumbs.
This has been the week of leavetaking. Three have made an exit, one of them I will see again. She found her way. The other two... well, they had to make way for what was next, I suppose.
It gets lonely here sometimes.
But most of the time, it feels amazing.
There is one fire that burns in all of us. We are connected, those of us who dance within the flame.
We burn
Burn with me
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