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yes, but beware of habit, these driven people will take you for all the fortitude available for drinking water there, see the spite in fountains, unkept by public ventures, bankrupt for daring so. You see the night comes quickly here, this path chosen may lead to dry gulches, dry lanes, brazen courage it is to follow one's course, awake at all, these visions dance - but tarry not there - surely you know, to, not. It kept me there for a fortnight, or so it seemed to me as I waxed of days plagued with mud slowing the wheels of carriages, horses struggling with water, paving trails taken - sure - and stay there if you have not sense about you. But beckoning was this new way, this trial before me, too as getting lost behind me was something that could be lost from me for a while, while I tried gaining on, or making a foothold in creating, making forging a path in molten iron. And I say it has been dreamed as it lay before me, a plan not crazy, well considered, and today seemed sensible as well. And why not now, my senses said it was possible, and true and straight as the catamaran takes wind and rides it well. Still I saw the raw fault line, the capsizing capable foolhardyness of the path, if not for sensible creatures who I spoke with at length - or now it seems to be reality that shakes blood, that dares to dream and put pavement, blood and sweat to it - now. So it's considered to be raw and mean, but real all the same - this sail before me, this triumph of wills, that wants wait, but says no, to wait, but do to possible - and it does. And then again it says, watch while it happens, and even so, credits pile for when courage will win again. © 2013 Larry Ingram
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