Footprints
As I walk along the beach, waves crashing upon the sand, and a gentle breeze blows through
my hair. I stop. A puzzling expression crosses my face as i look behind me at the trail
created. Footprints, how they are layed out before me. Only if in all aspects of life
could you see your trails left behind. How would that be bestowed upon us?
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