Everything goes and everything stays but our fate is to pass to pass making a path as we go, paths over the sea. Wanderer, your footprints, and nothing more, are the path. Wanderer, there is not path. We make the path by walking. We make the path by walking and when you turn yours eyes back, you see the trodden road that never will be treaded again. Wanderer, there is no road, but streams on the sea...
Posted on: Sat, 22 Jun 2013 03:22:11 +0000
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