or you could say I just slowed down. Either way it’s the dust clapper
for this kid. Brimstone tickles my nose. And makes my eyes run.
The quickest way home is seldom the best. Nor is the longest to
envy. Not even the truest path has much to recommend it.
Weirdness and whimsy seem best to carry the day. In that vein,
I offer this, Pilgrim, a rest for your head at the end of the day,
a warm spot for your feet.
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