The Path Least Traveled

By shitluck

Mid Afternoon

The watch towers were manned by the ones whom knew the land as if it was burned onto their flesh. They seek the truth behind the trees, they listen for the silent stories that flow through the wind, they taste the bitterness in the world as well as the sweetness. These are the ones whom we can turn to, the ones we can trust.

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