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Late dusk upon the trail. |
** Image ID #1873687 Unavailable ** Darkness falls, another day out, and I am no closer to what I call home. Many a man gets lost in himself out on the trail, but I press on, my limbs hung like rags, beside my sunken chest. I was built for this. But I can not go on forever. They say that I’m a dying breed, that in the future no man will endure the pain I have. But for now I look for safe passage, and a place along this trail to bed down for the night. The jarring sway of Jacob’s spine beneath me conveys the broken pathway of the trail. We have been through thick and thin together, his body a natural extension of my own. Dark clouds hang, but distant clearings promise fortune for the morn’. |