  By the side of the road, near the trailhead, a reminder--
You could simply hang it up, abandon the effort. Who cares if you kick off your shoes, leave them to parch and shrivel in the sun-- dawn to dusk, dust to dust? Put down the pen, the whole foolish venture to rest? But you never could resist a mystery-- hidden in canyon or shoe-- love letter, last will, ransom note, clue, an explanation, shattering and simple. Wait. Alternate narrative-- A barefoot wanderer in the canyon, eating locusts and honey. Boots shuffled off, nothing held back, the layers peel away.
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10/15/2018 06:22:24 am
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