Saturday, December 30, 2017

I Was On My Way...

The last leg of a journey is often most precarious, especially on the important trips.

That's when you run out of gas, twist your ankle, and lose faith. It's the round where the finalist chokes, the stage at which the pilgrims start eating each other.

Almost there, just miles of inches to go...

The finish line reserved for the most determined good or the most relentless evil.

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