THE JOURNEYThe dew is heavy on the grass. My feet are wet and cold. But I continue to walk toward my ultimate destination. The sun is hot, and shining in my eyes with a blinding force. But I continue to walk toward my ultimate destination. It is snowing and the wind is roaring about me. But I continue to walk toward my ultimate destination. I am soaked through from the downpour of rain. But I continue to walk toward my ultimate destination. I am fatigued from hunger, and have nothing to eat. But I continue to walk toward my ultimate destination. It is dark, and I cannot see where I go. But I continue to walk toward my ultimate destination. My journey is at an end. I have finally arrived. I am DEAD.
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