The traveler has come a long way in the wrong direction, upside down map in hand. He has run out of gas, and his body is broken. The shards struggle to work. His face takes on sorrow as he realizes his error. Setting down his knapsack, he listens to fate’s grin and smells fate’s chuckling rancid breath. A storm swiftly moves close, whipping youth before it. Forsaken and forever lost. The laugher has changed to sighs.
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