Roots entwined, hardened and raised as bones from a skeleton left, not remembered and drying. The trail calling to step high and look down, no gazing at filtered sunlight, gentle fluttering leaves or hurried chipmunk.

Sometimes life’s gift is a hard lesson that causes you to focus in order not to misstep and fall, but the beauty in that is that you focus.

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