We can see a shape just beyond the gate. It neither beckons nor invites us.
Some of us love the labyrinth. Some of us reject the circuitous ramble.
We want to know that we are supported during our steps.
But life, like that river, runs with unseen currents.
We go step by step, trusting that we won't be swept away, knowing that although we may be broken, we are not shattered into shards.
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