I've begun again on that winding trail and am constantly beset by forces that push me and irritate me. I'm tired already but I'm fighting the fatigue.
In the darkness of the night I speak and am heard; I listen and reply, not always with words. The words take the edge off of my loneliness, but the bittersweet knowledge that we're separated by oceans still stings.
Maybe one day the world will shrink and the oceans move.
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