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Something For Nothing

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One last note before the day fails.  The writing path has taken me far from my original course.  Not long ago, I felt like a lighthouse keeper in the fog, caught out in a storm.

That’s changed.  I can’t remember the turns, the places where I might have paused to reflect, the dead-ends and the jaunts and the switchbacks.  But it seems like this spot is a pretty nice one.

I think I’ll stay awhile.