There are, naturally, shadows between the trees. Within the past year, a number of shadows have fallen across my straight and narrow winding way. Some were mere wisps of grey, blown away easily at the breath of a breeze. Some were thick, heavy masses of black that I didn't think I'd ever be able to see through or emerge from. And of course there were many others of varying shades betwixt and between.
I've been thinking a lot about shadows as I've continued journeying. I've been pondering what they signify, and noticing that they sometimes look different from a little distance. I've been wondering where they come from, and where they go, and what imprint they leave.
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