Allow me, please, to be amiguous without consequences.
We all walk our own roads, that's apparent. We all attach ourselves to various, yet specific things. Some people will choose yellow, and other a deep shade of red. My road is the latter hue. It is beautiful in everything it is and lacks; runs deep and travels like a river. Encompassed, not bombarded, with substance: foliage, deep-rooted tree's-whether naturally, or self-induced, it is the same-libraries, several outlets not required to be taken, bridges, and bubbles. What I love best, is the course in undeviating, unrelenting toward something not very red at all.
Why, and how this is interesting to you, I don't know. Stop reading if it is. It won't stop.
What happens when an amazing, vibrant shade of Blue decides to run parallel....?
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