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17
Nov

The Beaten Path

My feet dance for me, pulling me rushing across the empty expanse of grass. "The quickest path is a straight line," a textbook echoes in my mind. Then I fly, cutting my own path through the thicket of imagination. My path doesn't vary between grass or cement, it twists and turns, carving itself as I run. Then I am there, and I don't...

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