The Traveler
I hold Hope in my pocket. It’s a stone of polished black quartz, mesmerizing and mystical, whispering to me dangerous thoughts….
As I write this, my spirit is making his long travail to the sea where he can finally throw that stone into the waters where it will sink to the bottom, crushed into its constituent atoms because of the intense pressure of the depths.
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