Onward
James Warren
January 15, 2015
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The forest is thick here, and dragons roar in the distance.
I can vaguely make out the outline of a distant ridge, the crest of a distant mountaintop.
This must mean, despite the density of them close by, that the edge of these woods is near to me. If not the edge, then at least a clearing – and a necessary respite – lies ahead.
The mountaintop remains my prize.
Therefore, I press on.
Photo credit: Weesam2010’s “The White Mountain National Forest”
