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Many had traveled this road before,
and each one learns the bends and curves. So now I walk this road, but I see no bends and curves. I'm off the path, into the wild - into bushes of thorns. Out of the wild and there is a bend, is it true? A misplaced step and a mouthful of dirt. Only one thing to do, get up and continue. Or should I crawl and bow my head, praying I at least make the bend?
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