Day 50

Some times ONE is lost on a singular path for so long, it's hard to see any other direction.  It all blends into a painted backdrop, static noise.  The eyes go blind from searching for the arrow that points the way to the Will.  Did you pass it? Are standing on it? Is it painted in the camouflage grays of the path?  Or maybe it just doesn't exist for you.
Hug the one you're with

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