I followed the curve of a winding road, not knowing where I was going. The subtle breeze that sent a chill, let me know, the wind was blowing. I brushed away the strands of hair, which fell across my face. Wandered down the sandy path which led me to this place. Stopping for a moment, I felt a rush, much colder than before. I heard water splashing, in the distance, as it lapped against the shore. The road twisted on, unending, as the path grew longer still. I didn’t think I’d make it, but it gave me such a thrill. So journey on, I must, to find what there may be. It’s waiting for me, patiently.  I call it destiny.

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