I crossed the mountains after leaving my kinfolk; they thought me mad to want something more. I smiled as I blended into the crags and sidewalls but my blending was not enough.
I barely felt the talons of the winged beast as it lifted me far about the ground.
I barely felt the release as it dropped me in the desert, which seemed endless as a dragged myself forward.
Only once was my path crossed, but that was many hours ago. The stranger said, “Don’t give up,” and drag-hopped his way diagonally from me.
I take his advice to heart.
It takes perseverance to branch out and sometimes the journey is less than safe, the path less than anticipated. I know what that feels like.
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