Not all of us are destined to mark the horizon,
some of us are still scrabbling in the foothills,
some of us reached the peak and continued on.
But no matter how high or how low we are,
how far we travel, in company or alone, there is
always light, even under a sky bruised with rain.
Sometimes the things we cannot see will save us.
...for good reading & writing, good running days, good food & making good on intentions.
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