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SUMMARY:Right After The Fork In The Road
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DESCRIPTION:\n	\n\n	Title:Right After The Fork In The Road\n\n	https://w
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	5\n\n\n\n	 \n\n\n\n	I am treading through woven mangling thorny bushes s
	imultaneously regretting not taking the path to the shiny city at the fork
	 in the road. Old scratches itch very bad and I know I will need lots of a
	loe. Why I risked on the path in shadow at noon? Why I risked before or va
	rious moments in yore? Suddenly\, a break of light reach my eyes\, and I e
	nergize. I enter a glade\, bathing in light while imprison in arbor shadow
	\, hair of flowers completely over the skin\, mouths full of boiling hot m
	ineral water from somewhere. I think to myself\, I prefer this sight over 
	that metropolis of light. I sit down\, and open my basket for a beef balon
	ey and brie on rye. A few gulps of milk and I hear a buzzing\, but no bees
	. I go back to eating and the buzzing grows\; I realize it is from the gro
	und. A few flowers bend at my hand and a rolled scroll arrive on a car. I 
	take the scroll\, the buzzing goes away faster than it came\, which is a m
	ap to the forest plus directions where to step to leave the glade. I gathe
	r my things and leave this home to part of the forest I don't know. At the
	 thorny bushes\, I ponder on the path I snubbed. I remember the quiet\, wo
	rse than quiet\, more a deafening silence\, that made audible my inner min
	d\, from the shiny city I chose not to go to.\n\n	 \n\n
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